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 Iraq and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Franke to the rock 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 Delon & Dalcan. All the underground hits.
All Sonic Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siglo XX record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an arpeggiator 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 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 Kinks,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Flamin' Groovies,
Man Eating Sloth,
Delta 5,
Rekid,
Stetsasonic,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Cal Tjader,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
China Crisis,
Sex Pistols,
Henry Cow,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Evens,
Malaria!,
Godley & Creme,
The Raincoats,
Howard Jones,
FM Einheit,
Loose Ends,
Colin Newman,
Angry Samoans,
The Fire Engines,
Hoover,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Litter,
H. Thieme,
Sexual Harrassment,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Rakim,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Flesh Eaters,
R.M.O.,
KRS-One,
The Vogues,
The Skatalites,
Surgeon,
Juan Atkins,
Davy DMX,
The Barracudas,
The Doors,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Bobby Byrd,
Masters at Work,
Amazonics,
Yusef Lateef,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Black Flag,
Ultravox,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
New York Dolls,
Rotary Connection,
Japan,
Max Romeo,
Shoche,
Alton Ellis,
Rapeman,
The Detroit Cobras,
Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall.
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.