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 Nicaragua and from Glasgow.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Von Mondo to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All Rekid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eddi Front record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 harpsichord 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 spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MDC,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Fat Boys,
Pantaleimon,
EPMD,
Althea and Donna,
The Monochrome Set,
Chris Corsano,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Flamin' Groovies,
Aaron Thompson,
Tommy Roe,
Fatback Band,
Qualms,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Japan,
Connie Case,
Amon Düül II,
Arcadia,
The Sonics,
Negative Approach,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Au Pairs,
Joe Finger,
Quando Quango,
FM Einheit,
New York Dolls,
Easy Going,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Underground Resistance,
Gabor Szabo,
Zapp,
June Days,
Carl Craig,
Dave Gahan,
The Music Machine,
Kerri Chandler,
Lower 48,
Von Mondo,
Junior Murvin,
Kenny Larkin,
KRS-One,
Alison Limerick,
Stetsasonic,
Howard Jones,
Gastr Del Sol,
Procol Harum,
Sunsets and Hearts,
D'Angelo,
Al Stewart,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
the Swans,
The Knickerbockers,
Ludus,
The Red Krayola,
The Remains,
The Dave Clark Five,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Sound, The Sound, The Sound, The Sound.
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.