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 Korea North and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the rhodes 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 dance 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 Lee Hazlewood. All the underground hits.
All Lafayette Afro Rock Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Axelrod record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an oboe and a synthesizer 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 synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Image Ltd.,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Quadrant,
Little Man,
Sparks,
Aaron Thompson,
Freddie Wadling,
The Sound,
Cal Tjader,
Fifty Foot Hose,
June of 44,
Clear Light,
The Happenings,
Mr. Review,
Toni Rubio,
Peter & Gordon,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
the Soft Cell,
Mary Jane Girls,
Glambeats Corp.,
Carl Craig,
Angry Samoans,
Liliput,
Kerrie Biddell,
Eric Dolphy,
Blake Baxter,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Jeff Lynne,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Kaleidoscope,
Drive Like Jehu,
Flamin' Groovies,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Technova,
Masters at Work,
Bob Dylan,
Derrick Morgan,
Sound Behaviour,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Black Moon,
Fluxion,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Alphaville,
Agitation Free,
Guru Guru,
Henry Cow,
Alton Ellis,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Von Mondo,
Monolake,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Negative Approach,
Sun City Girls,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
R.M.O.,
Lower 48,
Shuggie Otis,
Black Bananas,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci.
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.