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 Bangladesh and from Philadelphia.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the organ 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 Fatback Band to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Simply Red. All the underground hits.
All Rufus Thomas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brass Construction 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar 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 arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rosa Yemen,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Jeff Mills,
Soulsonic Force,
Isaac Hayes,
the Germs,
Kevin Saunderson,
Barrington Levy,
Wally Richardson,
Jimmy McGriff,
Interpol,
LL Cool J,
Todd Rundgren,
Model 500,
Surgeon,
Black Pus,
The Fugs,
Kaleidoscope,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sun Ra,
Quando Quango,
The Five Americans,
Lou Christie,
Girls At Our Best!,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Erykah Badu,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sam Rivers,
Beasts of Bourbon,
48th St. Collective,
Jacques Brel,
Wings,
The Young Rascals,
Cameo,
Sound Behaviour,
Jesper Dahlback,
Lalann,
One Last Wish,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Kayak,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Faust,
Urselle,
ABC,
Charles Mingus,
Moby Grape,
Robert Hood,
Warren Ellis,
Ludus,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Divine Comedy,
Big Daddy Kane,
New Order,
B.T. Express,
Monolake,
Bronski Beat,
Bauhaus,
The Smoke,
Ornette Coleman,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag.
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.