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 Dominican Republic and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Delhi.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the güiro 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 Theoretical Girls to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 the Sonics. All the underground hits.
All Radiopuhelimet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camouflage record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar 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 guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eden Ahbez,
Hot Snakes,
Idris Muhammad,
Frankie Knuckles,
Fad Gadget,
AZ,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Thompson Twins,
Pylon,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Harmonia,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Joensuu 1685,
Aural Exciters,
Sugar Minott,
The Move,
Eddi Front,
Nation of Ulysses,
Second Layer,
cv313,
The Doobie Brothers,
Pierre Henry,
The Cramps,
MC5,
Brothers Johnson,
Iggy Pop,
Pharoah Sanders,
Crispy Ambulance,
Avey Tare,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Masters at Work,
The Index,
The Moleskins,
Lalo Schifrin,
Inner City,
Unwound,
Dark Day,
Camberwell Now,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Electric Prunes,
Public Enemy,
Flamin' Groovies,
Pere Ubu,
Nick Fraelich,
Delon & Dalcan,
EPMD,
Spandau Ballet,
The Fall,
Accadde A,
The Toasters,
Khruangbin,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Busters,
Minny Pops,
The Leaves,
the Association,
Camouflage,
The Barracudas,
Sun City Girls,
Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt.
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.