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 Malta and from Copenhagen.
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 Toronto and Milan.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe 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 Echospace to the dance 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 Pulsallama. All the underground hits.
All Nation of Ulysses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Prince Buster 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum 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 a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Skatalites,
Morten Harket,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Popol Vuh,
Marc Almond,
Eden Ahbez,
Gong,
Donny Hathaway,
Lou Christie,
Minutemen,
T.S.O.L.,
Freddie Wadling,
Radio Birdman,
The Vogues,
Mr. Review,
Suicide,
The Divine Comedy,
Guru Guru,
Tropical Tobacco,
Stetsasonic,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Aural Exciters,
This Heat,
Boz Scaggs,
Eric Copeland,
Massinfluence,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Dorothy Ashby,
Flipper,
Japan,
Dennis Brown,
Judy Mowatt,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Kevin Saunderson,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Radiopuhelimet,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Black Pus,
The Trojans,
The Saints,
The Gun Club,
Anthony Braxton,
Rites of Spring,
John Foxx,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Electric Prunes,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Smiths,
The Raincoats,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Funky Four + One,
U.S. Maple,
DJ Sneak,
Whodini,
Mantronix,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Agent Orange,
Terrestrial Tones,
Audionom, Audionom, Audionom, Audionom.
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.