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 Philippines and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Edmonton.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Nik Kershaw to the crunk 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 Donald Byrd. All the underground hits.
All Siglo XX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lee Hazlewood 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar 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 guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hasil Adkins,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Aaron Thompson,
Skarface,
The Selecter,
Circle Jerks,
Essential Logic,
Lucky Dragons,
The Mojo Men,
Negative Approach,
Sarah Menescal,
Toni Rubio,
The Grass Roots,
Tim Buckley,
Camouflage,
Isaac Hayes,
PIL,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Graham Central Station,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Goldenarms,
Radio Birdman,
Unwound,
Suburban Knight,
Crispy Ambulance,
CMW,
Gabor Szabo,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Easy Going,
New Age Steppers,
Gang of Four,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Cecil Taylor,
Slick Rick,
Eurythmics,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sunsets and Hearts,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Faust,
Q and Not U,
Scott Walker,
Desert Stars,
The Seeds,
Scratch Acid,
The Buckinghams,
Ornette Coleman,
Con Funk Shun,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Moody Blues,
Rapeman,
Roxy Music,
UT,
Tears for Fears,
Nik Kershaw,
Flamin' Groovies,
Mo-Dettes,
David McCallum,
Pere Ubu,
Kas Product,
Barrington Levy,
Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective.
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.