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 Bulgaria and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Seoul.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Warsaw 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 KRS-One. All the underground hits.
All Joey Negro tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Fraelich record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes 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 organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Skatalites,
The Gladiators,
Sugar Minott,
Electric Prunes,
Icehouse,
T.S.O.L.,
The Selecter,
Donald Byrd,
Al Stewart,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Outsiders,
Eli Mardock,
kango's stein massive,
Scan 7,
Juan Atkins,
David Bowie,
Yaz,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Clear Light,
The Slits,
Robert Hood,
Barrington Levy,
The Cowsills,
The Fugs,
Danielle Patucci,
The Mummies,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Vainqueur,
Roy Ayers,
Gong,
The Divine Comedy,
The Beau Brummels,
Bronski Beat,
Aloha Tigers,
Bizarre Inc.,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Underground Resistance,
Ice-T,
Suicide,
Flamin' Groovies,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Cluster,
Scientists,
Robert Wyatt,
Surgeon,
DJ Sneak,
Jawbox,
The Martian,
Traffic Nightmare,
F. McDonald,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
K-Klass,
China Crisis,
Dual Sessions,
Crash Course in Science,
The Dead C,
Marine Girls,
Jesper Dahlback,
X-102, X-102, X-102, X-102.
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.