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 Senegal and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Velvet Underground to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Lou Christie. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul II Soul record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron 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 arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brand Nubian,
Intrusion,
Tomorrow,
The Fuzztones,
Accadde A,
Deadbeat,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Zeros,
The Pretty Things,
Ludus,
L. Decosne,
Skaos,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
David Bowie,
New Order,
Drive Like Jehu,
T. Rex,
Harmonia,
Technova,
The Toasters,
Johnny Clarke,
The Moleskins,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Last Poets,
Loose Ends,
Blossom Toes,
AZ,
The United States of America,
Skarface,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Excepter,
Procol Harum,
The Kinks,
the Human League,
Gabor Szabo,
Lindisfarne,
Alison Limerick,
The Gun Club,
Aural Exciters,
The Slits,
Lower 48,
The Beau Brummels,
Slave,
The Blackbyrds,
Drexciya,
Surgeon,
The Trojans,
A Certain Ratio,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Freddie Wadling,
Black Pus,
Lucky Dragons,
Mantronix,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Youth Brigade,
Average White Band,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Selecter,
Lalo Schifrin,
The New Christs,
Camberwell Now,
Magma,
Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz.
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.