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 St Lucia and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Sun Ra 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 Alphaville. All the underground hits.
All Khruangbin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gary Puckett & The Union Gap 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator 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 arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nirvana,
Connie Case,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Symarip,
Carl Craig,
Quadrant,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Kenny Larkin,
Tom Boy,
The Gladiators,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Frankie Knuckles,
Newcleus,
The Real Kids,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Heaven 17,
Glenn Branca,
X-Ray Spex,
The Sound,
Rekid,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Yellowson,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Ultra Naté,
Funkadelic,
The Divine Comedy,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Grauzone,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Index,
The Knickerbockers,
The Monochrome Set,
Icehouse,
The Standells,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Litter,
Barbara Tucker,
June Days,
Magazine,
Dead Boys,
Hasil Adkins,
Deadbeat,
David McCallum,
Scrapy,
Minnie Riperton,
Avey Tare,
Electric Light Orchestra,
New Order,
Joe Smooth,
Gang Starr,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Boredoms,
Rakim,
The Electric Prunes,
Agitation Free,
Siglo XX,
Malaria!,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane.
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.