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 Tajikistan and from Seoul.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Columbus.
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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Marine Girls. All the underground hits.
All Simply Red tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flash Fearless record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum 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 an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monks,
Japan,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Johnny Osbourne,
AZ,
Quantec,
Nirvana,
Sarah Menescal,
Kurtis Blow,
John Foxx,
Dawn Penn,
Mr. Review,
Angry Samoans,
Moby Grape,
Anthony Braxton,
Bad Manners,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Red Krayola,
Sällskapet,
Piero Umiliani,
Rapeman,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Zapp,
Symarip,
Bootsy Collins,
James Chance & The Contortions,
X-Ray Spex,
James White and The Blacks,
Second Layer,
Supertramp,
Q and Not U,
Swans,
Big Daddy Kane,
Organ,
Eli Mardock,
Scott Walker,
Neil Young,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Cluster,
OOIOO,
Derrick Morgan,
The Kinks,
Scan 7,
Minutemen,
The Shadows of Knight,
Grey Daturas,
Laurel Aitken,
Sexual Harrassment,
One Last Wish,
The Busters,
Gong,
D'Angelo,
Essential Logic,
Shuggie Otis,
The Blackbyrds,
Bizarre Inc.,
Lucky Dragons,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Liliput,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger.
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.