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 Moldova and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Woodstock.
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 clarinet 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 Gang of Four to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Man Eating Sloth. All the underground hits.
All N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pop Group 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb 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 linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Smog,
David Axelrod,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Yazoo,
A Certain Ratio,
The J.B.'s,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Grauzone,
Bootsy Collins,
X-Ray Spex,
F. McDonald,
Angry Samoans,
Mo-Dettes,
Outsiders,
Cal Tjader,
Technova,
Quadrant,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Kenny Larkin,
Monolake,
Heaven 17,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
John Foxx,
T.S.O.L.,
The Moody Blues,
Patti Smith,
Surgeon,
The Martian,
Kerri Chandler,
Bobby Womack,
Pylon,
Desert Stars,
Amon Düül,
Los Fastidios,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Kinks,
Swans,
Sly & The Family Stone,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Mandrill,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Scrapy,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Flesh Eaters,
Unwound,
Idris Muhammad,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Warren Ellis,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Mummies,
Jerry's Kids,
Jandek,
Iggy Pop,
Ornette Coleman,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Gregory Isaacs,
the Fania All-Stars,
Laurel Aitken,
Junior Murvin,
Qualms,
The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola.
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.