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 Jamaica and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the sitar 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 Joyce Sims to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Fort Wilson Riot. All the underground hits.
All Todd Terry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Larry & the Blue Notes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 clarinet 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 spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Susan Cadogan,
The Skatalites,
Ten City,
Buzzcocks,
Soul Sonic Force,
Wire,
Scion,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Rapeman,
the Fania All-Stars,
Morten Harket,
Slick Rick,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Neu!,
Barrington Levy,
Radio Birdman,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Echospace,
Brand Nubian,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Terry Callier,
The Slits,
Deepchord,
T.S.O.L.,
Franke,
These Immortal Souls,
Bizarre Inc.,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Barclay James Harvest,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Bobby Sherman,
Funkadelic,
Maurizio,
The Alarm Clocks,
Jeff Mills,
Duran Duran,
John Lydon,
Kenny Larkin,
Albert Ayler,
Marvin Gaye,
Joey Negro,
Erasure,
Vainqueur,
Juan Atkins,
Ohio Players,
Saccharine Trust,
Basic Channel,
Hoover,
Roxette,
Country Teasers,
The Slackers,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Howard Jones,
Brothers Johnson,
Moss Icon,
Absolute Body Control,
Warren Ellis,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
June Days,
Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk.
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.