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 Guinea-Bissau and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 organ 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 K-Klass to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 T. Rex. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sex Pistols record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar 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 güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Japan,
Hot Snakes,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sun City Girls,
Camberwell Now,
Harry Pussy,
Jawbox,
Black Sheep,
Outsiders,
Pantaleimon,
Gregory Isaacs,
Erykah Badu,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Grauzone,
The Detroit Cobras,
Nirvana,
Brand Nubian,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Ultimate Spinach,
E-Dancer,
Funky Four + One,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
PIL,
Harmonia,
Babytalk,
Sparks,
Con Funk Shun,
Wolf Eyes,
Pussy Galore,
R.M.O.,
Peter and Kerry,
Ultra Naté,
Kerri Chandler,
Tom Boy,
The Velvet Underground,
Mark Hollis,
Hashim,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Shadows of Knight,
It's A Beautiful Day,
David Axelrod,
Unwound,
Anthony Braxton,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Dorothy Ashby,
Crime,
Section 25,
Iggy Pop,
Barry Ungar,
Fad Gadget,
The Mojo Men,
Archie Shepp,
Pharoah Sanders,
Heaven 17,
Schoolly D,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Dark Day,
Whodini,
The Move,
Reagan Youth,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
X-101,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
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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.