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 Niger and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the oboe 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 The Buckinghams to the funk 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 Camouflage. All the underground hits.
All Wasted Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gong record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 güiro and a clarinet 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 synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Danielle Patucci,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Golliwogs,
Anakelly,
KRS-One,
Moss Icon,
Aaron Thompson,
Mandrill,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
T. Rex,
The Birthday Party,
Bobby Womack,
Gabor Szabo,
Soft Cell,
New Age Steppers,
Jerry's Kids,
X-Ray Spex,
Wire,
D'Angelo,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Black Bananas,
Archie Shepp,
The Skatalites,
Bush Tetras,
Dead Boys,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Rakim,
Malaria!,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Fat Boys,
Alice Coltrane,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Scott Walker,
Joe Finger,
Sam Rivers,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Dead C,
Radiohead,
Echospace,
The Invisible,
Amon Düül II,
Mad Mike,
X-102,
Albert Ayler,
Roy Ayers,
This Heat,
Kool Moe Dee,
Khruangbin,
Zero Boys,
The Divine Comedy,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Slits,
Dual Sessions,
Shuggie Otis,
Lindisfarne,
The Cramps,
Byron Stingily,
Eric Copeland,
Laurel Aitken,
The Searchers,
Nico, Nico, Nico, Nico.
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.