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 Macedonia and from Winnipeg.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Lee Hazlewood to the electroclash 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 The Detroit Cobras. All the underground hits.
All Slick Rick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joyce Sims 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro 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 guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
H. Thieme,
Essential Logic,
Frankie Knuckles,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Saccharine Trust,
UT,
The Seeds,
Zapp,
Malaria!,
Silicon Teens,
Quadrant,
Jeff Lynne,
Cameo,
Gang Gang Dance,
Eden Ahbez,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Kas Product,
The Techniques,
Public Image Ltd.,
Gabor Szabo,
Max Romeo,
Thee Headcoats,
Minnie Riperton,
Colin Newman,
Lucky Dragons,
Scott Walker,
The Monks,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Martian,
The Cowsills,
Theoretical Girls,
Kayak,
Procol Harum,
Prince Buster,
Barbara Tucker,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Monks,
Metal Thangz,
David Axelrod,
Lee Hazlewood,
Unwound,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Durutti Column,
Janne Schatter,
The Pop Group,
The Monochrome Set,
Organ,
Stockholm Monsters,
Connie Case,
The Black Dice,
Crispy Ambulance,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Pussy Galore,
Index,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Panda Bear,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Wake,
Black Bananas,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine.
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.