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 Iraq and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 James White and The Blacks to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Jimmy McGriff. All the underground hits.
All Symarip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Index record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin 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 theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cowsills,
DJ Style,
David Axelrod,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Raincoats,
Soft Machine,
Throbbing Gristle,
Lou Christie,
Excepter,
Nico,
Ituana,
John Holt,
Mark Hollis,
La Düsseldorf,
Lungfish,
Banda Bassotti,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
AZ,
The Star Department,
Dennis Brown,
Terry Callier,
Siglo XX,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Gabor Szabo,
The Kinks,
Funkadelic,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Young Rascals,
Second Layer,
Robert Hood,
Delta 5,
Dual Sessions,
Yazoo,
Dawn Penn,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Loose Ends,
June Days,
Rosa Yemen,
Erykah Badu,
The Slackers,
Todd Terry,
Minutemen,
Sister Nancy,
Man Eating Sloth,
Soul Sonic Force,
Marcia Griffiths,
Josef K,
Television Personalities,
Maurizio,
Model 500,
Von Mondo,
Ultravox,
Donny Hathaway,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Kurtis Blow,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Minnie Riperton,
Ten City,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front.
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.