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 Togo and from New York.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Von Mondo to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Stockholm Monsters. All the underground hits.
All The Walker Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Art Ensemble Of Chicago 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 sitar 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 chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
AZ,
Young Marble Giants,
The Residents,
The Buckinghams,
Robert Görl,
Loose Ends,
James White and The Blacks,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Warren Ellis,
Organ,
Wings,
The Cowsills,
Dead Boys,
Joe Smooth,
Jeff Lynne,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Von Mondo,
Shuggie Otis,
The Motions,
Popol Vuh,
Siglo XX,
Tim Buckley,
Andrew Hill,
Howard Jones,
Ralphi Rosario,
Nils Olav,
Bluetip,
Essential Logic,
The Wake,
Delta 5,
Pussy Galore,
Gil Scott Heron,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Erasure,
the Sonics,
David Bowie,
Magazine,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Barclay James Harvest,
FM Einheit,
Mark Hollis,
L. Decosne,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Barracudas,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Kayak,
Stiv Bators,
Lalo Schifrin,
Drexciya,
Eli Mardock,
Parry Music,
Rod Modell,
Chris Corsano,
Al Stewart,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Skatalites,
Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter.
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.