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 Cameroon and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Maleditus Sound to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Tubeway Army. All the underground hits.
All Iggy Pop tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Copeland 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin 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 oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young,
R.M.O.,
The New Christs,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Circle Jerks,
The Kinks,
Moebius,
Radiopuhelimet,
Joe Smooth,
Bush Tetras,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Swans,
Simply Red,
Underground Resistance,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Martian,
U.S. Maple,
Big Daddy Kane,
Ice-T,
Wire,
Arcadia,
Stiv Bators,
Sound Behaviour,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Gong,
Dennis Brown,
Soul II Soul,
Brothers Johnson,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Letta Mbulu,
Deepchord,
Nirvana,
Electric Prunes,
Hot Snakes,
L. Decosne,
Hashim,
the Sonics,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Toni Rubio,
Echospace,
Erasure,
Delta 5,
Sonic Youth,
The Cowsills,
Wings,
T.S.O.L.,
The Walker Brothers,
Gastr Del Sol,
Goldenarms,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Fela Kuti,
Absolute Body Control,
Marine Girls,
Boz Scaggs,
Chris & Cosey,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Electric Prunes,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Todd Terry,
Lower 48,
Arthur Verocai,
The Busters,
Niagra, Niagra, Niagra, Niagra.
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.