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 Madagascar and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Young Rascals to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Brass Construction. All the underground hits.
All Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Hood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin 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 chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Janne Schatter,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Joey Negro,
Nik Kershaw,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Tommy Roe,
Chris Corsano,
Yellowson,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Alton Ellis,
Camberwell Now,
Altered Images,
FM Einheit,
F. McDonald,
Joe Smooth,
Echospace,
The Trojans,
Man Eating Sloth,
Rapeman,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Harmonia,
EPMD,
Alice Coltrane,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Das Ding,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Procol Harum,
The Birthday Party,
Cameo,
Boz Scaggs,
Jimmy McGriff,
Aswad,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Nils Olav,
Japan,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Pretty Things,
Little Man,
Lungfish,
Animal Collective,
Tom Boy,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Isaac Hayes,
Icehouse,
Kenny Larkin,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Rites of Spring,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
John Holt,
Gerry Rafferty,
Livin' Joy,
Minnie Riperton,
Unrelated Segments,
Gong,
Tres Demented,
Unwound,
Supertramp,
Ossler,
The Victims,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Easy Going,
Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai.
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.