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 Burundi and from Salvador.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 organ 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 Brothers Johnson to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Fear. All the underground hits.
All Chris Corsano tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oneida record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin 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 marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swans,
Mr. Review,
Clear Light,
LL Cool J,
Soul Sonic Force,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Alison Limerick,
Brick,
Shuggie Otis,
AZ,
E-Dancer,
Judy Mowatt,
Stetsasonic,
Nick Fraelich,
The Kinks,
Half Japanese,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Angry Samoans,
Con Funk Shun,
Jacques Brel,
Anakelly,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Gregory Isaacs,
kango's stein massive,
the Association,
Monks,
The Moleskins,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Ultimate Spinach,
Average White Band,
Marvin Gaye,
Sun City Girls,
Bob Dylan,
the Human League,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Country Teasers,
the Sonics,
John Holt,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Radiopuhelimet,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Groovy Waters,
Avey Tare,
The Doors,
David Axelrod,
Icehouse,
Aloha Tigers,
Cecil Taylor,
Pussy Galore,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Red Krayola,
Alton Ellis,
B.T. Express,
Black Flag,
K-Klass,
The Skatalites,
Jeff Mills,
The Offenders,
The Mojo Men,
Wings,
Moss Icon,
Wire, Wire, Wire, Wire.
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.