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 Uzbekistan and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 Lyon and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Bootsy's Rubber Band to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Fortunes. All the underground hits.
All Black Pus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Selecter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum 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 organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shoche,
ABC,
Sun City Girls,
Kurtis Blow,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sound Behaviour,
Wolf Eyes,
A Certain Ratio,
Pole,
The Count Five,
Rakim,
a-ha,
The Standells,
Wally Richardson,
Average White Band,
Y Pants,
Minor Threat,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sexual Harrassment,
Reuben Wilson,
FM Einheit,
T.S.O.L.,
The Music Machine,
Monks,
Pere Ubu,
The Happenings,
Junior Murvin,
Scrapy,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Lakeside,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Techniques,
Terrestrial Tones,
Leonard Cohen,
Newcleus,
The American Breed,
MDC,
UT,
DJ Style,
Funkadelic,
Sight & Sound,
Accadde A,
The Black Dice,
Parry Music,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Jerry's Kids,
Dave Gahan,
Johnny Osbourne,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The New Christs,
Yazoo,
Arcadia,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Ludus,
Robert Hood,
The J.B.'s,
Mantronix,
Albert Ayler,
Tim Buckley,
The Dave Clark Five,
Chris & Cosey,
Au Pairs,
Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes.
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.