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 Iran and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Sao Paulo.
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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Joey Negro to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Reuben Wilson. All the underground hits.
All The Cowsills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every This Heat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro 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 a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alton Ellis,
Chrome,
Pet Shop Boys,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Bang On A Can,
Procol Harum,
Amazonics,
The Gladiators,
The Barracudas,
Infiniti,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sun Ra,
Nico,
Unrelated Segments,
The Alarm Clocks,
Wally Richardson,
The Victims,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Invisible,
Fatback Band,
The Residents,
The Associates,
Joensuu 1685,
Soft Machine,
Sight & Sound,
Essential Logic,
The Gun Club,
Whodini,
The Cowsills,
Lungfish,
The Modern Lovers,
Aloha Tigers,
Pierre Henry,
Half Japanese,
The Human League,
Brothers Johnson,
Intrusion,
Scientists,
The Litter,
Organ,
Big Daddy Kane,
Lindisfarne,
U.S. Maple,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Soft Cell,
Porter Ricks,
Franke,
Banda Bassotti,
Roy Ayers,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Busters,
The Count Five,
Jimmy McGriff,
Reagan Youth,
Bauhaus,
The Cramps,
Flamin' Groovies,
Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani.
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.