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 Afghanistan and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the güiro 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 World's Most to the disco 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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel. All the underground hits.
All Ohio Players tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Red Krayola 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro 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 snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monks,
Radio Birdman,
The Misunderstood,
Alphaville,
Tres Demented,
Livin' Joy,
Technova,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Dennis Brown,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
DNA,
Flash Fearless,
Section 25,
Nik Kershaw,
Radiopuhelimet,
Laurel Aitken,
Chris Corsano,
Sam Rivers,
Frankie Knuckles,
New Age Steppers,
Tomorrow,
the Slits,
Sun City Girls,
10cc,
Amazonics,
China Crisis,
Quantec,
Shoche,
Supertramp,
Quadrant,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Ultimate Spinach,
Rod Modell,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Thompson Twins,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sugar Minott,
Dark Day,
La Düsseldorf,
Kool Moe Dee,
Al Stewart,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Subhumans,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Grey Daturas,
The Music Machine,
Yaz,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
F. McDonald,
The Busters,
Peter & Gordon,
The Golliwogs,
Terry Callier,
Alice Coltrane,
Sex Pistols,
Lakeside,
X-102,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Ten City,
Basic Channel,
The Toasters,
Pharoah Sanders,
Kurtis Blow,
Skriet,
Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff.
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.