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 Cyprus and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Johannesburg.
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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Deakin to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Chocolate Watch Band. All the underground hits.
All Traffic Nightmare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalann record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 harpsichord and a mellotron 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 sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABBA,
Nils Olav,
The Moleskins,
Simply Red,
Oblivians,
Make Up,
Lightning Bolt,
Connie Case,
FM Einheit,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Black Moon,
The Shadows of Knight,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Crime,
Throbbing Gristle,
Ohio Players,
DNA,
Dark Day,
Donny Hathaway,
Isaac Hayes,
Procol Harum,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Toasters,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Bobby Sherman,
Adolescents,
OOIOO,
Agent Orange,
Fela Kuti,
The Star Department,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Qualms,
David Axelrod,
Kerri Chandler,
Smog,
Skaos,
Wally Richardson,
Moebius,
Con Funk Shun,
Girls At Our Best!,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Animal Collective,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Groovy Waters,
Lakeside,
The Walker Brothers,
Sam Rivers,
The Gories,
D'Angelo,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
the Bar-Kays,
Camberwell Now,
Sun City Girls,
The Dirtbombs,
Fugazi,
Flipper,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Minny Pops,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Skatalites,
Roxette,
a-ha,
Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review.
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.