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 Kenya and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Janne Schatter to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Curtis Mayfield. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Hutcherson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scientists record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord 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 theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Theoretical Girls,
New Age Steppers,
The Doobie Brothers,
Thee Headcoats,
Bronski Beat,
LL Cool J,
D'Angelo,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Dirtbombs,
Suburban Knight,
Janne Schatter,
Reagan Youth,
Gang of Four,
ABBA,
Yellowson,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Nils Olav,
Nick Fraelich,
Ossler,
Marc Almond,
Althea and Donna,
Marshall Jefferson,
Soul II Soul,
Crooked Eye,
Harpers Bizarre,
Ultra Naté,
The Tremeloes,
Ice-T,
Jandek,
Negative Approach,
Lightning Bolt,
Gil Scott Heron,
Camouflage,
EPMD,
The Buckinghams,
Subhumans,
Clear Light,
Sparks,
Deepchord,
X-102,
David Axelrod,
The Grass Roots,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Swans,
Howard Jones,
Newcleus,
Dennis Brown,
New York Dolls,
X-Ray Spex,
Flash Fearless,
Yaz,
Nik Kershaw,
Jeru the Damaja,
Quando Quango,
Smog,
Cecil Taylor,
Oblivians,
Q and Not U,
The Dave Clark Five,
Wally Richardson,
The Selecter,
Cymande,
Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust.
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.