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 Ireland and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Sparks to the grime 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 Skriet. All the underground hits.
All Sugar Minott tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boogie Down Productions 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 mellotron and an oboe 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 snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare 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 Mighty Diamonds,
Average White Band,
The Wake,
Neil Young,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Y Pants,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Soft Machine,
Dorothy Ashby,
Mission of Burma,
Jesper Dahlback,
Isaac Hayes,
Icehouse,
Bad Manners,
Faust,
The Mummies,
Angry Samoans,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Country Teasers,
Juan Atkins,
K-Klass,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Ken Boothe,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sixth Finger,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Aswad,
The Names,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Franke,
Section 25,
Lungfish,
Reuben Wilson,
Echospace,
Mark Hollis,
The Smoke,
Todd Terry,
the Germs,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Cameo,
Pet Shop Boys,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Ultra Naté,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Letta Mbulu,
The Stooges,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Doobie Brothers,
Depeche Mode,
These Immortal Souls,
Ohio Players,
The American Breed,
Inner City,
Joensuu 1685,
Cheater Slicks,
Rufus Thomas,
The Standells,
Fatback Band,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish.
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.