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 Pakistan and from Toronto.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Lou Reed & John Cale to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Mary Jane Girls. All the underground hits.
All Gichy Dan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Finger 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 808 and a güiro 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 marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mary Jane Girls,
Porter Ricks,
Pagans,
The American Breed,
Bizarre Inc.,
Gang Starr,
The Durutti Column,
Surgeon,
Big Daddy Kane,
Fela Kuti,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
A Certain Ratio,
Mr. Review,
Frankie Knuckles,
Monolake,
EPMD,
The Smoke,
Wolf Eyes,
Piero Umiliani,
Heaven 17,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Traffic Nightmare,
Second Layer,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Youth Brigade,
L. Decosne,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
This Heat,
Cameo,
Cheater Slicks,
Aaron Thompson,
Rites of Spring,
Mad Mike,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Hot Snakes,
the Association,
Byron Stingily,
Robert Wyatt,
Gregory Isaacs,
Dawn Penn,
Rufus Thomas,
Todd Rundgren,
Nirvana,
Wire,
Bauhaus,
The Searchers,
Lalo Schifrin,
Grey Daturas,
Au Pairs,
Skaos,
Davy DMX,
Radiohead,
Soft Cell,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Ronan,
Slick Rick,
Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd.
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.