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 Malaysia and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Vladislav Delay to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Bootsy Collins. All the underground hits.
All Easy Going tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Con Funk Shun 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 synthesizer and a linndrum 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 organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lebanon Hanover,
Suicide,
The Associates,
Cecil Taylor,
Nirvana,
Brick,
Pharoah Sanders,
Mission of Burma,
Kurtis Blow,
Niagra,
Leonard Cohen,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Max Romeo,
Crooked Eye,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Josef K,
Carl Craig,
Oblivians,
Ralphi Rosario,
Ponytail,
ABBA,
Lyres,
Symarip,
Sandy B,
Arab on Radar,
Derrick May,
Slave,
Oneida,
The Invisible,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Deakin,
Make Up,
Charles Mingus,
ABC,
Ohio Players,
Scientists,
Nas,
Flipper,
Ornette Coleman,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Toni Rubio,
Audionom,
The New Christs,
Amazonics,
Jerry's Kids,
Babytalk,
Bizarre Inc.,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Camberwell Now,
Ludus,
Barbara Tucker,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Zeros,
Curtis Mayfield,
Janne Schatter,
The Modern Lovers,
Agent Orange,
Cameo,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan.
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.