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 Comoros and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Bologna.
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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Dave Clark Five to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Joey Negro. All the underground hits.
All Rotary Connection tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neu! 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 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 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zero Boys,
Kool Moe Dee,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Leaves,
The Fugs,
Laurel Aitken,
The Electric Prunes,
CMW,
Chris Corsano,
Porter Ricks,
Loose Ends,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Malaria!,
Flipper,
MDC,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Man Parrish,
Barclay James Harvest,
Maleditus Sound,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
David Bowie,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Ultimate Spinach,
Pole,
Anakelly,
Carl Craig,
Suburban Knight,
The Searchers,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Don Cherry,
Audionom,
Fugazi,
Organ,
Blake Baxter,
Subhumans,
Traffic Nightmare,
New Age Steppers,
The Durutti Column,
Joensuu 1685,
8 Eyed Spy,
Black Flag,
The Saints,
Minny Pops,
E-Dancer,
The Five Americans,
Erykah Badu,
Ludus,
Ralphi Rosario,
Saccharine Trust,
Gerry Rafferty,
Make Up,
Crispian St. Peters,
Brick,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Gabor Szabo,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Japan,
The Divine Comedy,
Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs.
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.