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 Malta and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Supertramp to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Residents. All the underground hits.
All Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter & Gordon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 snare and a güiro 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 clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rotary Connection,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Goldenarms,
Shoche,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Fugazi,
Can,
Jacques Brel,
Liliput,
Buzzcocks,
Scientists,
John Holt,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Animal Collective,
Marine Girls,
New Order,
The Last Poets,
Scott Walker,
Ice-T,
Q and Not U,
ABC,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Hardrive,
Royal Trux,
Kurtis Blow,
Quando Quango,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Dawn Penn,
Brick,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Johnny Clarke,
Kas Product,
Nils Olav,
E-Dancer,
Kaleidoscope,
Roger Hodgson,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sarah Menescal,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Junior Murvin,
Albert Ayler,
Fela Kuti,
Smog,
Pet Shop Boys,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Real Kids,
Barry Ungar,
Lou Reed,
Arthur Verocai,
The Fuzztones,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Black Bananas,
Wings,
MDC,
Visage,
The Dave Clark Five,
June Days,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Kinks,
10cc,
The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine.
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.