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 United Kingdom and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the 808 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 The Five Americans to the disco 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 Soul II Soul. All the underground hits.
All Rahsaan Roland Kirk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rosa Yemen 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum 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 mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Easy Going,
Josef K,
The Smoke,
Peter & Gordon,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Siglo XX,
Hashim,
The Velvet Underground,
Gregory Isaacs,
Massinfluence,
Michelle Simonal,
La Düsseldorf,
LL Cool J,
cv313,
Technova,
The J.B.'s,
Flash Fearless,
the Swans,
the Slits,
Kurtis Blow,
Cymande,
Bootsy Collins,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Q and Not U,
Funkadelic,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Avey Tare,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Dead C,
The Slits,
June of 44,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Zeros,
Television Personalities,
Deadbeat,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Leonard Cohen,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Robert Wyatt,
The Count Five,
Niagra,
Flipper,
The Techniques,
The Mummies,
Gang Green,
Jeff Mills,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Cramps,
Jeff Lynne,
This Heat,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Black Moon,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
OOIOO,
Derrick Morgan,
Slave,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Royal Trux,
Alice Coltrane,
Silicon Teens,
Hasil Adkins,
Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses.
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.