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 Eritrea and from Sao Paulo.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Cairo.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the 808 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 New York Dolls to the crunk 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 This Heat. All the underground hits.
All The Pop Group tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ponytail record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes 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 clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slackers,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Gang Gang Dance,
Lungfish,
Ohio Players,
Bootsy Collins,
Fad Gadget,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Scott Walker,
The Angels of Light,
Rakim,
Boz Scaggs,
The Leaves,
This Heat,
Agitation Free,
Brand Nubian,
Qualms,
The Evens,
Unrelated Segments,
Eric Dolphy,
8 Eyed Spy,
Lakeside,
a-ha,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Marmalade,
Howard Jones,
Accadde A,
Grauzone,
Anthony Braxton,
Henry Cow,
Black Moon,
Ice-T,
X-102,
Cecil Taylor,
Bizarre Inc.,
Essential Logic,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Johnny Clarke,
Sound Behaviour,
Vladislav Delay,
The Velvet Underground,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
June of 44,
Bobby Byrd,
Boredoms,
cv313,
Stiv Bators,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Golliwogs,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
John Coltrane,
UT,
Underground Resistance,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Radio Birdman,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Groovy Waters,
Mission of Burma,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo.
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.