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 Swaziland and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the organ 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 Malaria! to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Human League. All the underground hits.
All Darondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brand Nubian 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 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 oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funkadelic,
Monks,
Negative Approach,
Das Ding,
Desert Stars,
AZ,
Michelle Simonal,
Soul II Soul,
Rufus Thomas,
cv313,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Ornette Coleman,
Chris & Cosey,
Cybotron,
Brass Construction,
Goldenarms,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
48th St. Collective,
L. Decosne,
Fluxion,
Scion,
Oneida,
Radio Birdman,
Matthew Halsall,
Bob Dylan,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Gabor Szabo,
Prince Buster,
Spandau Ballet,
Metal Thangz,
The Seeds,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
June Days,
X-Ray Spex,
Susan Cadogan,
Little Man,
Alice Coltrane,
Rosa Yemen,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Star Department,
Kurtis Blow,
Eric Dolphy,
The Last Poets,
The Moleskins,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Gladiators,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Shadows of Knight,
John Cale,
Wally Richardson,
The Victims,
The Doobie Brothers,
Ronnie Foster,
Ultravox,
Lucky Dragons,
The Evens,
Yusef Lateef,
Symarip,
Monolake,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Ten City,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft 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.