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 Spain and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 snare 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 Saccharine Trust 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 Judy Mowatt. All the underground hits.
All Circle Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Underground Resistance 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 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 rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Charles Mingus,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Mojo Men,
The Selecter,
Sarah Menescal,
Maurizio,
Cybotron,
Alphaville,
Tubeway Army,
Johnny Osbourne,
Nick Fraelich,
Absolute Body Control,
The Gun Club,
Isaac Hayes,
Basic Channel,
Kerrie Biddell,
UT,
The Dave Clark Five,
Average White Band,
Youth Brigade,
LL Cool J,
The Names,
The Associates,
Aural Exciters,
Public Image Ltd.,
Bush Tetras,
the Normal,
The Monochrome Set,
Juan Atkins,
Stetsasonic,
Boredoms,
Joy Division,
Grey Daturas,
The J.B.'s,
Soft Machine,
Todd Terry,
Jacob Miller,
The Gories,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Smoke,
Scott Walker,
Neil Young,
Man Parrish,
Blossom Toes,
The Neon Judgement,
Schoolly D,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Mr. Review,
Alice Coltrane,
Dawn Penn,
Al Stewart,
Grauzone,
Sixth Finger,
The Doors,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Talk Talk,
Marvin Gaye,
Bizarre Inc.,
MDC,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Bauhaus,
The Divine Comedy,
Dark Day,
Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel.
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.