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 Togo and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the 808 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 Cowsills to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 La Düsseldorf. All the underground hits.
All Sällskapet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe 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 harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-102,
The Last Poets,
Eve St. Jones,
The Seeds,
Hoover,
Popol Vuh,
The Residents,
Radiopuhelimet,
Lucky Dragons,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Crash Course in Science,
Young Marble Giants,
Erykah Badu,
Livin' Joy,
MC5,
Mary Jane Girls,
Jimmy McGriff,
Derrick Morgan,
Tim Buckley,
Bobby Sherman,
Accadde A,
Glambeats Corp.,
Graham Central Station,
Dawn Penn,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Monks,
Sugar Minott,
The Selecter,
Flipper,
48th St. Collective,
Sarah Menescal,
Marvin Gaye,
Lightning Bolt,
Gregory Isaacs,
Skarface,
Sight & Sound,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Anthony Braxton,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Pantaleimon,
Suicide,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Jawbox,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Tropical Tobacco,
Josef K,
Eric Copeland,
Average White Band,
Chrome,
Nik Kershaw,
Newcleus,
Chris Corsano,
The Fortunes,
Main Source,
Girls At Our Best!,
Toni Rubio,
Donny Hathaway,
Patti Smith,
Soulsonic Force,
Zapp,
Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth.
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.