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 Macedonia and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Zero Boys to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Techniques. All the underground hits.
All Visage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Panda Bear 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ 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 harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deepchord,
DJ Style,
Bad Manners,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Ken Boothe,
Pierre Henry,
Franke,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Easy Going,
Can,
Gastr Del Sol,
Depeche Mode,
Stiv Bators,
Roger Hodgson,
Absolute Body Control,
Nirvana,
Maleditus Sound,
Jacques Brel,
Gang of Four,
Don Cherry,
Metal Thangz,
Pulsallama,
Junior Murvin,
Chris & Cosey,
Public Enemy,
kango's stein massive,
Tom Boy,
Tim Buckley,
Sonic Youth,
Popol Vuh,
The Velvet Underground,
Marcia Griffiths,
Gang Starr,
The Litter,
Yaz,
David McCallum,
The Mojo Men,
The Young Rascals,
Wolf Eyes,
Los Fastidios,
Connie Case,
Fatback Band,
Eyeless In Gaza,
the Germs,
L. Decosne,
Qualms,
The Knickerbockers,
Hasil Adkins,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Goldenarms,
Scientists,
Maurizio,
Jeff Lynne,
Spandau Ballet,
The Count Five,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Heaven 17,
Vladislav Delay,
Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia.
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.