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 Malta and from Seoul.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Scan 7 to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Pharoah Sanders. All the underground hits.
All Television tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Modern Lovers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 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 rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Connie Case,
New York Dolls,
Section 25,
John Coltrane,
Second Layer,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Mummies,
Erykah Badu,
Half Japanese,
Barry Ungar,
Black Pus,
Gang of Four,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Bizarre Inc.,
L. Decosne,
Al Stewart,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Interpol,
Bill Near,
June Days,
Electric Prunes,
Mad Mike,
Television Personalities,
AZ,
Amazonics,
Con Funk Shun,
X-102,
The Cure,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Dark Day,
Glenn Branca,
U.S. Maple,
Talk Talk,
Lee Hazlewood,
Dual Sessions,
Television,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Susan Cadogan,
Nick Fraelich,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Ornette Coleman,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Jawbox,
Throbbing Gristle,
Bobby Byrd,
Soft Machine,
Alison Limerick,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Searchers,
Black Sheep,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Idris Muhammad,
Eddi Front,
Jerry's Kids,
Mission of Burma,
Smog,
K-Klass,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Gil Scott Heron,
Organ,
Saccharine Trust,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap.
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.