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 Turkmenistan and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 güiro 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 Crooked Eye to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Chris Corsano. All the underground hits.
All The Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eden Ahbez record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an oboe 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 oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Residents,
Scan 7,
Bad Manners,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Martian,
John Foxx,
the Bar-Kays,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Jacob Miller,
Ken Boothe,
The Golliwogs,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Slave,
Nas,
The Dirtbombs,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Unwound,
Gong,
Delta 5,
Moby Grape,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Zero Boys,
Goldenarms,
F. McDonald,
Mars,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Beau Brummels,
Scrapy,
Kas Product,
Gang Green,
Severed Heads,
Joy Division,
The Moody Blues,
Hot Snakes,
Groovy Waters,
Au Pairs,
Sight & Sound,
Alice Coltrane,
Black Bananas,
Soft Cell,
Andrew Hill,
Nils Olav,
Buzzcocks,
The Misunderstood,
Eurythmics,
Absolute Body Control,
Japan,
Index,
Dawn Penn,
The Remains,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Agitation Free,
ABC,
Country Teasers,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Audionom,
Supertramp,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Eve St. Jones,
Pere Ubu,
Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters.
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.