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 Mauritius and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the 808 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 Howard Jones to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Rekid. All the underground hits.
All Brothers Johnson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ralphi Rosario 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer 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 a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Mills,
The Pop Group,
Albert Ayler,
Eric Dolphy,
Groovy Waters,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Janne Schatter,
the Association,
Warsaw,
The Dead C,
David Bowie,
the Soft Cell,
the Bar-Kays,
Bizarre Inc.,
Fear,
Buzzcocks,
DJ Sneak,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Visage,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Organ,
Average White Band,
Pylon,
Talk Talk,
Camberwell Now,
Pierre Henry,
Dennis Brown,
Kool Moe Dee,
Clear Light,
Ituana,
Cluster,
Boredoms,
Isaac Hayes,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Lindisfarne,
Barry Ungar,
Cheater Slicks,
Young Marble Giants,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Minor Threat,
Deakin,
Ice-T,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sällskapet,
Kayak,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sight & Sound,
Rhythm & Sound,
Joensuu 1685,
The Shadows of Knight,
Skaos,
Sun Ra,
Eddi Front,
Kenny Larkin,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Matthew Halsall,
Chrome,
Rekid, Rekid, Rekid, Rekid.
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.