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 Colombia and from Winnipeg.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 rock 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 Sex Pistols. All the underground hits.
All DNA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lower 48 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum 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 mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Monolake,
Radiopuhelimet,
Jeff Lynne,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Remains,
Marc Almond,
Joe Smooth,
Bush Tetras,
Todd Rundgren,
The Happenings,
The Shadows of Knight,
Marmalade,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Grass Roots,
the Human League,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Masters at Work,
Eli Mardock,
Livin' Joy,
Warren Ellis,
The Dead C,
Eve St. Jones,
The Durutti Column,
Monks,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Franke,
Roxy Music,
48th St. Collective,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Vogues,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
K-Klass,
Jacob Miller,
Ash Ra Tempel,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Wings,
Pierre Henry,
Fear,
Anthony Braxton,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Rapeman,
CMW,
The Walker Brothers,
Mars,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Harpers Bizarre,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Fugazi,
Symarip,
Sparks,
The Associates,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Kinks,
David Axelrod,
The Dirtbombs,
Sun City Girls,
Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins.
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.