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 Afghanistan and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Fort Wilson Riot to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Ituana. All the underground hits.
All Stockholm Monsters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Louis and Bebe Barron 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum 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 marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
LL Cool J,
Cheater Slicks,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Zero Boys,
Monolake,
David Axelrod,
Pussy Galore,
Rites of Spring,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Bill Near,
Livin' Joy,
Danielle Patucci,
Ultimate Spinach,
Tommy Roe,
Ronnie Foster,
Sarah Menescal,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Skarface,
Blancmange,
Public Enemy,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Slackers,
Delta 5,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sun City Girls,
Dave Gahan,
Funkadelic,
Magma,
Anthony Braxton,
Soulsonic Force,
Schoolly D,
The Remains,
John Foxx,
KRS-One,
Aswad,
The Zeros,
Toni Rubio,
Yusef Lateef,
Kevin Saunderson,
Television,
the Fania All-Stars,
T. Rex,
Mary Jane Girls,
Hashim,
Crime,
Erykah Badu,
Wally Richardson,
Harry Pussy,
Jerry's Kids,
Mantronix,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Saints,
The Wake,
Mandrill,
Essential Logic,
La Düsseldorf,
The Beau Brummels,
Kayak,
Agent Orange,
Nick Fraelich,
Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese.
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.