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 Turkmenistan and from Spokane.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Glasgow.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 a-ha to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Boz Scaggs. All the underground hits.
All Kool Moe Dee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Average White Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare 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 theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Interpol,
Bob Dylan,
Sparks,
the Fania All-Stars,
Slave,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Brand Nubian,
The Wake,
The Standells,
Eddi Front,
Pussy Galore,
the Swans,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Pharoah Sanders,
Roger Hodgson,
Monolake,
Nirvana,
Angry Samoans,
Mandrill,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Ornette Coleman,
Nas,
Clear Light,
Skriet,
Ultra Naté,
Janne Schatter,
Television,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Electric Prunes,
ABBA,
Gang Green,
Sister Nancy,
Wolf Eyes,
The Cure,
The Pretty Things,
Rotary Connection,
Guru Guru,
Pagans,
The Fortunes,
Black Moon,
Ken Boothe,
Mary Jane Girls,
Barrington Levy,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Todd Terry,
Fela Kuti,
Blossom Toes,
Underground Resistance,
Sarah Menescal,
Avey Tare,
Dead Boys,
Lungfish,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Popol Vuh,
The Selecter,
Cybotron,
Stereo Dub,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Gil Scott Heron,
Aloha Tigers,
Grauzone,
Nation of Ulysses,
Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes.
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.