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 Jamaica and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 harpsichord 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 EPMD to the crunk 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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All Justin Hinds & The Dominoes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donald Byrd record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord 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 mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fort Wilson Riot,
Lalo Schifrin,
Amon Düül,
Franke,
D'Angelo,
Babytalk,
Sex Pistols,
Black Pus,
K-Klass,
Roxy Music,
Ituana,
Electric Prunes,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Eli Mardock,
Skarface,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Soft Cell,
Gil Scott Heron,
Nico,
Das Ding,
Second Layer,
Bad Manners,
Tommy Roe,
Dark Day,
H. Thieme,
Lindisfarne,
Agitation Free,
Eddi Front,
Girls At Our Best!,
Royal Trux,
Soul Sonic Force,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Invisible,
Liliput,
The Last Poets,
Cecil Taylor,
Connie Case,
Marine Girls,
The Five Americans,
X-101,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Kayak,
The Toasters,
Prince Buster,
Barry Ungar,
Skriet,
Pharoah Sanders,
Tres Demented,
The Fire Engines,
Warren Ellis,
Blake Baxter,
The American Breed,
Desert Stars,
Hashim,
Eurythmics,
Brass Construction,
Toni Rubio,
Crash Course in Science,
10cc,
Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye.
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.