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 Montenegro and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 snare 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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Rakim. All the underground hits.
All Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yusef Lateef record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin 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 harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Angels of Light,
Gregory Isaacs,
Bad Manners,
Dennis Brown,
Symarip,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Thompson Twins,
Graham Central Station,
Gang Gang Dance,
Patti Smith,
Buzzcocks,
Scion,
Pagans,
Cymande,
Radio Birdman,
Ken Boothe,
Carl Craig,
Qualms,
John Foxx,
Bobby Byrd,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Whodini,
Hashim,
Mad Mike,
Gang Green,
The Monochrome Set,
Harmonia,
Magazine,
Hoover,
Matthew Halsall,
The Invisible,
Scott Walker,
Kenny Larkin,
Aaron Thompson,
Man Eating Sloth,
Talk Talk,
Crispy Ambulance,
Barry Ungar,
Brick,
Angry Samoans,
Kerri Chandler,
Warren Ellis,
Sugar Minott,
Blossom Toes,
Average White Band,
Aloha Tigers,
Hot Snakes,
The Music Machine,
cv313,
Icehouse,
Amon Düül,
The Last Poets,
Sound Behaviour,
Accadde A,
The Associates,
Andrew Hill,
Joe Smooth,
Simply Red,
Donny Hathaway,
Bang On A Can,
Scientists,
Deakin,
Sandy B,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines.
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.