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 Liechtenstein and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the güiro 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 Kurtis Blow to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 U.S. Maple. All the underground hits.
All Main Source tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cramps record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 sitar and a harpsichord 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 spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Martian,
Eric Dolphy,
The Mojo Men,
The Gun Club,
The Neon Judgement,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Nation of Ulysses,
Symarip,
Neil Young,
Cybotron,
Jacob Miller,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Scott Walker,
Letta Mbulu,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Dark Day,
ABC,
Lou Reed,
Lungfish,
The Slits,
The Victims,
Sandy B,
Faust,
Brass Construction,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Isaac Hayes,
Drive Like Jehu,
Thee Headcoats,
Qualms,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Slackers,
Nico,
The Music Machine,
Sexual Harrassment,
Max Romeo,
Animal Collective,
Alphaville,
Peter & Gordon,
Bang On A Can,
Youth Brigade,
the Normal,
F. McDonald,
Ronnie Foster,
Stetsasonic,
A Certain Ratio,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Cowsills,
Soul Sonic Force,
Skaos,
Faraquet,
Marine Girls,
Joey Negro,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
LL Cool J,
The Names,
Rosa Yemen,
The Kinks,
Rapeman,
The Gladiators,
The Dirtbombs,
Barrington Levy,
Kenny Larkin,
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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.