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 Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 June of 44 to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Y Pants. All the underground hits.
All Kaleidoscope tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lucky Dragons record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron 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 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
ABBA,
Monks,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
B.T. Express,
Maurizio,
The Evens,
Easy Going,
Funky Four + One,
Derrick Morgan,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Gories,
The Birthday Party,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Surgeon,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Gladiators,
Desert Stars,
Royal Trux,
Quadrant,
Fugazi,
Joyce Sims,
Barry Ungar,
Half Japanese,
Tropical Tobacco,
The American Breed,
The Doors,
UT,
The New Christs,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Associates,
Donald Byrd,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Dawn Penn,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Selecter,
Rotary Connection,
Ice-T,
Aaron Thompson,
Rapeman,
James Chance & The Contortions,
CMW,
Anthony Braxton,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Pylon,
Monolake,
The Trojans,
Pantaleimon,
Vladislav Delay,
F. McDonald,
The Buckinghams,
Nils Olav,
The Cowsills,
The Count Five,
Icehouse,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Grass Roots,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Wally Richardson,
The Names,
the Swans,
Frankie Knuckles,
Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell.
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.