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 Qatar and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the snare 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 Marmalade to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 James White and The Blacks. All the underground hits.
All Agitation Free tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Neon Judgement 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ 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 sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
New Age Steppers,
Neil Young,
The Angels of Light,
Alice Coltrane,
The Vogues,
Harmonia,
EPMD,
Janne Schatter,
Pere Ubu,
Quando Quango,
Anthony Braxton,
Roxy Music,
Organ,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Cecil Taylor,
Roger Hodgson,
The Music Machine,
Loose Ends,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Gang Starr,
Wings,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
a-ha,
Radiopuhelimet,
Mark Hollis,
The Fuzztones,
June Days,
Adolescents,
Avey Tare,
Toni Rubio,
Moby Grape,
kango's stein massive,
Tubeway Army,
Oblivians,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
A Certain Ratio,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Ken Boothe,
John Cale,
the Soft Cell,
Gang of Four,
Kerrie Biddell,
Prince Buster,
Ice-T,
The Red Krayola,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Thee Headcoats,
Fluxion,
Pagans,
Cluster,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Matthew Bourne,
Spandau Ballet,
Radio Birdman,
Quantec,
Rotary Connection,
Harry Pussy,
Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes.
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.