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 Belize and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Country Teasers to the techno 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 Japan. All the underground hits.
All Beasts of Bourbon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 48th St. Collective record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an organ and a harpsichord 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 linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Qualms,
World's Most,
D'Angelo,
The United States of America,
Reuben Wilson,
Audionom,
David Axelrod,
Crispian St. Peters,
Arab on Radar,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The New Christs,
Peter and Kerry,
Brand Nubian,
The Blackbyrds,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Surgeon,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Minnie Riperton,
Henry Cow,
Black Moon,
Echospace,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Brothers Johnson,
The Invisible,
The Happenings,
Pharoah Sanders,
Max Romeo,
Amon Düül II,
Neil Young,
Kayak,
The Selecter,
The Star Department,
Scratch Acid,
The Walker Brothers,
Gastr Del Sol,
Lower 48,
Gang Gang Dance,
Matthew Bourne,
Lindisfarne,
The Birthday Party,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Popol Vuh,
The Offenders,
Nik Kershaw,
Fat Boys,
The Techniques,
Warsaw,
Isaac Hayes,
Roxy Music,
Section 25,
Gong,
Ten City,
Tropical Tobacco,
Bobby Byrd,
Maurizio,
Mandrill,
Roy Ayers,
Technova,
Half Japanese,
Cheater Slicks,
Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians.
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.