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 Mongolia and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Kas Product to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Oneida. All the underground hits.
All Danielle Patucci tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Saints record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 rhodes 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 guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The United States of America,
Gabor Szabo,
In Retrospect,
Kas Product,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sonic Youth,
Colin Newman,
The Cramps,
Fluxion,
Scan 7,
Tommy Roe,
Q and Not U,
Cybotron,
Kevin Saunderson,
Average White Band,
Cameo,
Vladislav Delay,
U.S. Maple,
Wings,
Los Fastidios,
Can,
Pylon,
Ultimate Spinach,
Crispian St. Peters,
Gregory Isaacs,
David McCallum,
Television Personalities,
Hoover,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Leaves,
Patti Smith,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Icehouse,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Music Machine,
Ossler,
Basic Channel,
Bootsy Collins,
Radio Birdman,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Zeros,
Black Moon,
Peter and Kerry,
The Gap Band,
Soulsonic Force,
Radiopuhelimet,
Graham Central Station,
Kaleidoscope,
Eric Dolphy,
Cal Tjader,
The Real Kids,
Delon & Dalcan,
Fatback Band,
Matthew Bourne,
Fear,
The Names,
the Swans,
Royal Trux,
Skarface,
Skaos,
Drive Like Jehu,
Mission of Burma,
Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective.
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.