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 Liechtenstein and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Lindisfarne to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Fela Kuti. All the underground hits.
All Sparks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxette record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe 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 güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fort Wilson Riot,
Bang On A Can,
The Pop Group,
Scientists,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Residents,
Lalann,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Cameo,
Idris Muhammad,
Todd Terry,
Ken Boothe,
Q65,
Quantec,
Technova,
AZ,
Country Teasers,
Soft Cell,
The Offenders,
Ice-T,
Buzzcocks,
Bobbi Humphrey,
48th St. Collective,
Delon & Dalcan,
F. McDonald,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Camouflage,
Amon Düül,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Faraquet,
Nation of Ulysses,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Music Machine,
Stockholm Monsters,
Funky Four + One,
A Certain Ratio,
The Techniques,
Sixth Finger,
Gang Starr,
The Electric Prunes,
Mr. Review,
Depeche Mode,
Pantaleimon,
Radiopuhelimet,
Mission of Burma,
Gang Green,
Aloha Tigers,
Gerry Rafferty,
Soul II Soul,
Joe Smooth,
PIL,
Sex Pistols,
Fat Boys,
The Smoke,
Man Parrish,
D'Angelo,
Tomorrow,
Theoretical Girls,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Doobie Brothers,
Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX.
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.