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 Ghana and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Fat Boys to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Darondo. All the underground hits.
All Fifty Foot Hose tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blackbyrds 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare 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 sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Isaac Hayes,
Moby Grape,
Section 25,
Eric Copeland,
Young Marble Giants,
Angry Samoans,
Chris Corsano,
Visage,
Scientists,
Morten Harket,
Interpol,
Maleditus Sound,
Camouflage,
Bill Wells,
James White and The Blacks,
X-Ray Spex,
Al Stewart,
Radio Birdman,
The Martian,
The Invisible,
Junior Murvin,
the Germs,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Carl Craig,
Arab on Radar,
Black Pus,
Sunsets and Hearts,
T. Rex,
Pulsallama,
the Swans,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sonny Sharrock,
Sun Ra,
Crash Course in Science,
Fat Boys,
Crispy Ambulance,
Warsaw,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Dirtbombs,
The Five Americans,
The Blackbyrds,
Average White Band,
Brick,
Barrington Levy,
Lalann,
Jeru the Damaja,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Smog,
X-101,
The Velvet Underground,
Radiopuhelimet,
Chrome,
The Offenders,
Easy Going,
The Smoke,
The Monochrome Set,
Subhumans,
Loose Ends,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Moebius,
The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy.
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.