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 Nepal and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Monolake to the techno 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 The Mummies. All the underground hits.
All The Tremeloes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every LL Cool J record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet 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 a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Smog,
Eden Ahbez,
The Smoke,
Judy Mowatt,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Nirvana,
Rapeman,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Gil Scott Heron,
Patti Smith,
Fatback Band,
Pet Shop Boys,
Chris Corsano,
Gerry Rafferty,
Procol Harum,
Kerri Chandler,
Marmalade,
kango's stein massive,
Monks,
Skarface,
The Five Americans,
Roger Hodgson,
Half Japanese,
Bob Dylan,
Joe Finger,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sandy B,
Mission of Burma,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sly & The Family Stone,
T.S.O.L.,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Jerry's Kids,
Technova,
Alison Limerick,
Eve St. Jones,
Gang Green,
Lightning Bolt,
The Blackbyrds,
Mars,
Scrapy,
Funky Four + One,
Vladislav Delay,
Traffic Nightmare,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Standells,
Bizarre Inc.,
David Axelrod,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Rakim,
The American Breed,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Robert Wyatt,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Index,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Lower 48,
Adolescents,
DNA,
10cc, 10cc, 10cc, 10cc.
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.