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 Oman and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the linndrum 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 James Chance & The Contortions to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Tom Boy. All the underground hits.
All Jacques Brel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Frankie Knuckles 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba 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 organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Hasil Adkins,
The Gap Band,
Oneida,
Siglo XX,
Can,
L. Decosne,
Sister Nancy,
The Smiths,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Yellowson,
Drexciya,
Gichy Dan,
Massinfluence,
Sun City Girls,
Fad Gadget,
Rosa Yemen,
Godley & Creme,
Lou Reed,
Aloha Tigers,
Prince Buster,
Au Pairs,
These Immortal Souls,
Buzzcocks,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Searchers,
Lee Hazlewood,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Smoke,
Joyce Sims,
Rufus Thomas,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Terry Callier,
The Trojans,
Slave,
Qualms,
Ultimate Spinach,
Organ,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Walker Brothers,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Boogie Down Productions,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Alton Ellis,
The Residents,
Royal Trux,
Sonic Youth,
June of 44,
Man Parrish,
Mad Mike,
The Toasters,
Goldenarms,
The Barracudas,
Duran Duran,
Jesper Dahlback,
Procol Harum,
Pharoah Sanders,
Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One.
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.