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 Lesotho and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Index to the crunk 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 Popol Vuh. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Hill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sandy B record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin 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 guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deakin,
Althea and Donna,
Black Moon,
Erykah Badu,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Birthday Party,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Fad Gadget,
Moby Grape,
Animal Collective,
Boogie Down Productions,
Altered Images,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Young Rascals,
the Swans,
Todd Rundgren,
The Toasters,
The Vogues,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Kenny Larkin,
Bauhaus,
Judy Mowatt,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Carl Craig,
Ultimate Spinach,
Aural Exciters,
Intrusion,
Rosa Yemen,
Traffic Nightmare,
Massinfluence,
Hashim,
Pulsallama,
Stiv Bators,
Echospace,
The Flesh Eaters,
Jesper Dahlback,
Peter & Gordon,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Ten City,
Fugazi,
The Slackers,
Interpol,
The Detroit Cobras,
Liliput,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Goldenarms,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Suburban Knight,
Trumans Water,
Spandau Ballet,
Hot Snakes,
The Grass Roots,
UT,
Siglo XX,
Main Source,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Electric Prunes,
Jawbox,
Index,
David McCallum,
the Slits,
Jeru the Damaja,
Ralphi Rosario,
Donald Byrd,
New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls.
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.