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 Peru and from London.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Bologna.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Cal Tjader to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Sound Behaviour. All the underground hits.
All The Royal Family And The Poor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Invisible 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba 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 mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Neon Judgement,
Sparks,
Harmonia,
Erasure,
The Cramps,
Laurel Aitken,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Ice-T,
Joensuu 1685,
Swell Maps,
The Pretty Things,
Junior Murvin,
Todd Terry,
Bobby Womack,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Soft Cell,
The Associates,
Technova,
The Names,
Frankie Knuckles,
Parry Music,
Robert Hood,
Chrome,
Jeff Mills,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Das Ding,
Mary Jane Girls,
Delta 5,
10cc,
The Monochrome Set,
Aswad,
Michelle Simonal,
The Monks,
Rod Modell,
the Soft Cell,
Leonard Cohen,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Cymande,
Nick Fraelich,
The Gories,
Blancmange,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Neu!,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Iggy Pop,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Juan Atkins,
Roy Ayers,
Whodini,
Minny Pops,
Gong,
These Immortal Souls,
Jesper Dahlback,
Pierre Henry,
Inner City,
The Motions,
Tomorrow,
The Victims,
Curtis Mayfield,
Nirvana,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane.
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.