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 Ethiopia 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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Index to the grunge 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 Soulsonic Force. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & Metallica tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Justin Hinds & The Dominoes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 synthesizer and a chamberlin 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 organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agent Orange,
The Moody Blues,
Kool Moe Dee,
Bauhaus,
Harmonia,
The Human League,
Yellowson,
Fugazi,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Roger Hodgson,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Matthew Halsall,
Scratch Acid,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The United States of America,
Amon Düül II,
Neu!,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Eli Mardock,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Arab on Radar,
June of 44,
Bobby Byrd,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
James White and The Blacks,
Fad Gadget,
The Misunderstood,
Barry Ungar,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Man Eating Sloth,
F. McDonald,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Vainqueur,
Oblivians,
Aural Exciters,
Spoonie Gee,
The Birthday Party,
Neil Young,
Sonic Youth,
Black Moon,
Fela Kuti,
Lindisfarne,
Roxy Music,
June Days,
T. Rex,
Eden Ahbez,
Goldenarms,
Delta 5,
Babytalk,
The Detroit Cobras,
Quando Quango,
Sun City Girls,
Max Romeo,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
X-Ray Spex,
Fifty Foot Hose,
B.T. Express,
Lebanon Hanover,
Bobby Womack,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Ohio Players,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!.
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.