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 United States and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Babytalk to the disco 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 Wolf Eyes. All the underground hits.
All Marine Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blancmange record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 güiro and a sitar 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 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moleskins,
Sonny Sharrock,
Half Japanese,
F. McDonald,
Amon Düül II,
Unrelated Segments,
Circle Jerks,
Q and Not U,
Graham Central Station,
Can,
Roxette,
Blake Baxter,
The Busters,
Matthew Bourne,
Stiv Bators,
Gang Starr,
Aural Exciters,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Skatalites,
The Cure,
The Zeros,
AZ,
The Star Department,
Eden Ahbez,
the Swans,
Audionom,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Mojo Men,
Sugar Minott,
Ultra Naté,
Joy Division,
Simply Red,
Television Personalities,
Juan Atkins,
Sound Behaviour,
Don Cherry,
Los Fastidios,
ABBA,
Procol Harum,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Silicon Teens,
Stetsasonic,
Sexual Harrassment,
Heaven 17,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
D'Angelo,
The Kinks,
Qualms,
The Detroit Cobras,
Crispy Ambulance,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Maleditus Sound,
Kayak,
La Düsseldorf,
H. Thieme,
Man Eating Sloth,
Mr. Review,
The Beau Brummels,
Con Funk Shun,
The Mummies,
Charles Mingus,
Deepchord,
Eric Copeland,
Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai.
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.