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 Colombia and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Tomorrow to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Mary Jane Girls. All the underground hits.
All Bang on a Can All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Buckinghams 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 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 rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Section 25,
Skarface,
Freddie Wadling,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Count Five,
Television Personalities,
Cluster,
The Victims,
Wally Richardson,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
John Foxx,
Frankie Knuckles,
OOIOO,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Sonics,
Peter & Gordon,
Jandek,
Delta 5,
Marshall Jefferson,
David Axelrod,
Gong,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Skatalites,
Reagan Youth,
Charles Mingus,
Eddi Front,
Peter and Kerry,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Rod Modell,
Icehouse,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Ronnie Foster,
Ten City,
Ralphi Rosario,
Crispian St. Peters,
The New Christs,
Jeff Mills,
Erykah Badu,
Skaos,
CMW,
Gichy Dan,
Minor Threat,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Fall,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Donny Hathaway,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Kool Moe Dee,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Malaria!,
Excepter,
Judy Mowatt,
Mantronix,
Graham Central Station,
Fluxion,
Stockholm Monsters,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Jacques Brel,
Depeche Mode,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Cecil Taylor,
Audionom, Audionom, Audionom, Audionom.
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.