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 Nigeria and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 June Days to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Bang on a Can All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All Alice Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pierre Henry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar 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 synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Audionom,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Yusef Lateef,
Rosa Yemen,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Franke,
Outsiders,
Skaos,
Chris & Cosey,
Roger Hodgson,
LL Cool J,
The Blackbyrds,
Panda Bear,
Bobby Hutcherson,
the Fania All-Stars,
Heaven 17,
Oblivians,
Ronnie Foster,
Procol Harum,
Visage,
Thompson Twins,
Trumans Water,
The Cure,
Sparks,
Swell Maps,
The Victims,
Fear,
Vladislav Delay,
Patti Smith,
Minny Pops,
Porter Ricks,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Minnie Riperton,
Grandmaster Flash,
Roxette,
Monks,
Camouflage,
Urselle,
Massinfluence,
8 Eyed Spy,
Ronan,
Severed Heads,
Soul II Soul,
Blossom Toes,
Half Japanese,
Babytalk,
The Sonics,
the Human League,
Crispian St. Peters,
EPMD,
Symarip,
The J.B.'s,
Graham Central Station,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Nas,
The Neon Judgement,
Aural Exciters,
Shuggie Otis,
F. McDonald,
Kas Product,
The Alarm Clocks,
Lalo Schifrin,
Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio.
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.