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 Turkey and from Taipei.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Delhi.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Rakim to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Sparks. All the underground hits.
All New Age Steppers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cosmic Jokers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer 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 organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gap Band,
R.M.O.,
The Zeros,
The Litter,
Desert Stars,
One Last Wish,
Mars,
Mark Hollis,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Quadrant,
Dead Boys,
Boredoms,
The Grass Roots,
Underground Resistance,
Adolescents,
Glambeats Corp.,
Swell Maps,
Albert Ayler,
Japan,
Skarface,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Negative Approach,
Hoover,
Lyres,
Technova,
Drexciya,
Accadde A,
Mission of Burma,
Urselle,
Camouflage,
Suburban Knight,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Deadbeat,
Glenn Branca,
The Human League,
Radiohead,
New Age Steppers,
Fad Gadget,
Mandrill,
The Count Five,
Dark Day,
Lower 48,
Hot Snakes,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Skatalites,
JFA,
Absolute Body Control,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Rites of Spring,
Parry Music,
Susan Cadogan,
Television,
Flash Fearless,
The Sonics,
Joey Negro,
Black Pus,
Darondo,
The Fortunes,
Bootsy Collins,
D'Angelo,
Stockholm Monsters,
Roy Ayers,
The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas.
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.