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 Micronesia and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the snare 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 Peter and Kerry to the punk 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 Boz Scaggs. All the underground hits.
All Robert Hood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Happenings record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 marimba and a guitar 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 theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stiv Bators,
Letta Mbulu,
Vladislav Delay,
Jesper Dahlback,
Bizarre Inc.,
D'Angelo,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Al Stewart,
Gang Green,
Barclay James Harvest,
Goldenarms,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Grey Daturas,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Little Man,
New Order,
Section 25,
Con Funk Shun,
Dead Boys,
Slick Rick,
Mandrill,
the Germs,
Skarface,
Sam Rivers,
The J.B.'s,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Mars,
The Human League,
Babytalk,
Camouflage,
Bobby Womack,
Pagans,
The Young Rascals,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Mummies,
Nick Fraelich,
Jimmy McGriff,
Heaven 17,
Sonic Youth,
Nirvana,
Piero Umiliani,
X-Ray Spex,
Lightning Bolt,
Clear Light,
The Techniques,
The Walker Brothers,
Sarah Menescal,
New York Dolls,
the Normal,
Half Japanese,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Guru Guru,
Amazonics,
Avey Tare,
Make Up,
Godley & Creme,
In Retrospect,
Agent Orange,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Easy Going,
Qualms,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls.
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.