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 Morocco and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Lightning Bolt to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Quadrant. All the underground hits.
All The Move tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maleditus Sound 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar 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 mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Danielle Patucci,
The Moleskins,
The Stooges,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Gories,
Crispian St. Peters,
Archie Shepp,
Be Bop Deluxe,
FM Einheit,
The Golliwogs,
Brothers Johnson,
Nick Fraelich,
The Gladiators,
Bizarre Inc.,
Lightning Bolt,
Throbbing Gristle,
Index,
Jimmy McGriff,
Suburban Knight,
Clear Light,
Roger Hodgson,
Stockholm Monsters,
Scrapy,
Procol Harum,
Eddi Front,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Niagra,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Amon Düül II,
Panda Bear,
Bobby Sherman,
LL Cool J,
Royal Trux,
EPMD,
Bauhaus,
Kenny Larkin,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Joe Finger,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Black Moon,
Soft Cell,
The Fuzztones,
Underground Resistance,
Nico,
Delta 5,
Toni Rubio,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Minnie Riperton,
Man Parrish,
H. Thieme,
Pole,
Mo-Dettes,
Pussy Galore,
Rufus Thomas,
Quantec,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Roxette,
Inner City,
Frankie Knuckles,
Massinfluence,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Skarface,
Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs.
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.