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 Ukraine and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Joey Negro to the rock 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 Masters at Work. All the underground hits.
All Kool Moe Dee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every R.M.O. 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator 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 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Selecter,
Eric B and Rakim,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Buckinghams,
Jacob Miller,
Crooked Eye,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Skriet,
The Motions,
Barbara Tucker,
The Saints,
Porter Ricks,
Moebius,
Althea and Donna,
Echospace,
The Victims,
Excepter,
Crispy Ambulance,
Kaleidoscope,
Bobby Byrd,
Stockholm Monsters,
X-Ray Spex,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Connie Case,
Pantytec,
the Fania All-Stars,
Lebanon Hanover,
Jawbox,
Adolescents,
The Standells,
Siglo XX,
Spoonie Gee,
The Trojans,
Hasil Adkins,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sarah Menescal,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Leaves,
Duran Duran,
MC5,
Lee Hazlewood,
Radiopuhelimet,
Fugazi,
Underground Resistance,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Music Machine,
The Litter,
The Stooges,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Moleskins,
Nirvana,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Eve St. Jones,
Visage,
Kool Moe Dee,
Q65,
Black Bananas,
Marvin Gaye,
DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style.
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.