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 Grenada and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 Sao Paulo and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Rakim to the funk 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 Rhythim Is Rhythim. All the underground hits.
All The Misunderstood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lightning Bolt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare 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 clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Axelrod,
The Barracudas,
the Normal,
Judy Mowatt,
Sun Ra,
MC5,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Scion,
Mo-Dettes,
Roy Ayers,
Scott Walker,
Cal Tjader,
Essential Logic,
Marvin Gaye,
Deadbeat,
OOIOO,
Isaac Hayes,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Outsiders,
The Velvet Underground,
The Pop Group,
Model 500,
The Fugs,
Lou Reed,
Idris Muhammad,
Symarip,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Q and Not U,
Masters at Work,
Sister Nancy,
Bronski Beat,
Tom Boy,
Severed Heads,
Clear Light,
Gang of Four,
X-101,
John Foxx,
Johnny Clarke,
Pet Shop Boys,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Malaria!,
Nico,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Bang On A Can,
The Buckinghams,
The Invisible,
Fad Gadget,
the Sonics,
Hot Snakes,
Bluetip,
The J.B.'s,
Procol Harum,
Black Flag,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Angels of Light,
Toni Rubio,
the Fania All-Stars,
Cheater Slicks,
LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J.
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.