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 Sao Paulo.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Kango’s Stein Massive to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Neon Judgement. All the underground hits.
All Zero Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare 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 clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brass Construction,
Nas,
Matthew Bourne,
Basic Channel,
Janne Schatter,
Sandy B,
Mo-Dettes,
The Stooges,
Swans,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
David Bowie,
Henry Cow,
Warren Ellis,
Ornette Coleman,
Yellowson,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Amon Düül,
Black Bananas,
Ultra Naté,
Nico,
Das Ding,
Ituana,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Bluetip,
Cymande,
Minny Pops,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Carl Craig,
The Young Rascals,
Alice Coltrane,
Depeche Mode,
Suburban Knight,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sexual Harrassment,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Duran Duran,
Lalann,
Mr. Review,
The Index,
Procol Harum,
the Bar-Kays,
Groovy Waters,
Public Enemy,
John Foxx,
Rufus Thomas,
Pierre Henry,
Cal Tjader,
Loose Ends,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Seeds,
Wolf Eyes,
Desert Stars,
Roxy Music,
Lindisfarne,
Black Flag,
Joe Smooth,
Black Moon,
Kaleidoscope,
Pussy Galore,
Rotary Connection,
Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish.
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.