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 Uruguay and from Lyon.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 MC5 to the punk 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 Walker Brothers. All the underground hits.
All The Fortunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba 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 snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Franke,
Pantaleimon,
Rakim,
Quando Quango,
New Order,
Bluetip,
The Pop Group,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
KRS-One,
the Slits,
The Searchers,
Ohio Players,
Curtis Mayfield,
Eden Ahbez,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Harmonia,
Zero Boys,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Gichy Dan,
Marvin Gaye,
Rites of Spring,
Youth Brigade,
The Residents,
Panda Bear,
Don Cherry,
E-Dancer,
Joensuu 1685,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Subhumans,
Niagra,
Alison Limerick,
The Leaves,
Gregory Isaacs,
Boredoms,
Thompson Twins,
Cameo,
Sugar Minott,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Rapeman,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Simply Red,
a-ha,
T.S.O.L.,
Scratch Acid,
Funky Four + One,
Flipper,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Bang On A Can,
Anthony Braxton,
Flash Fearless,
June of 44,
Zapp,
Albert Ayler,
The Cramps,
Vladislav Delay,
In Retrospect,
John Cale,
Guru Guru,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Nirvana,
The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins.
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.