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 Cyprus and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Alarm Clocks to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Scion. All the underground hits.
All Sam Rivers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Porter Ricks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ 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 harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James White and The Blacks,
The Standells,
Urselle,
Hasil Adkins,
Vainqueur,
Al Stewart,
Minnie Riperton,
Idris Muhammad,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Gap Band,
The Detroit Cobras,
Ultravox,
Harmonia,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Flesh Eaters,
Absolute Body Control,
Animal Collective,
Moebius,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Mojo Men,
Pole,
Boz Scaggs,
Crime,
Unrelated Segments,
LL Cool J,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Gong,
Lalann,
Josef K,
Cameo,
Joyce Sims,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sexual Harrassment,
Half Japanese,
Mandrill,
Kurtis Blow,
Letta Mbulu,
New Order,
The Count Five,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Soulsonic Force,
Juan Atkins,
Dark Day,
Moss Icon,
Radio Birdman,
AZ,
the Normal,
The Shadows of Knight,
Pierre Henry,
Arab on Radar,
Piero Umiliani,
Nick Fraelich,
Rufus Thomas,
Mo-Dettes,
Oneida,
Rekid,
Gang Starr,
Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops.
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.