Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Benin and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing the Normal to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Kool Moe Dee. All the underground hits.
All Unwound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Bananas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fatback Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Big Daddy Kane,
Derrick May,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Cecil Taylor,
Black Bananas,
Barrington Levy,
Swell Maps,
Tears for Fears,
Man Parrish,
Letta Mbulu,
Zapp,
Schoolly D,
Rapeman,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Harmonia,
Country Joe & The Fish,
This Heat,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Gong,
China Crisis,
LL Cool J,
Spoonie Gee,
The Motions,
Michelle Simonal,
Reagan Youth,
The Walker Brothers,
Soulsonic Force,
Kool Moe Dee,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sparks,
Popol Vuh,
Can,
The Modern Lovers,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Flamin' Groovies,
Faraquet,
Kevin Saunderson,
These Immortal Souls,
Gabor Szabo,
The Smiths,
Nils Olav,
Tom Boy,
Sällskapet,
The Golliwogs,
Absolute Body Control,
Pulsallama,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Underground Resistance,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
the Bar-Kays,
The Busters,
Q and Not U,
Black Moon,
Pussy Galore,
the Soft Cell,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Roxy Music,
Scion,
Radio Birdman,
The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.