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 Bahamas and from Lagos.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 ABC to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Qualms. All the underground hits.
All Marvin Gaye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Selecter 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro 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 mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cameo,
Steve Hackett,
The Grass Roots,
Darondo,
Model 500,
Don Cherry,
The Tremeloes,
Janne Schatter,
Swans,
Stockholm Monsters,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Derrick May,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Judy Mowatt,
Bootsy Collins,
Vainqueur,
Deepchord,
T. Rex,
Symarip,
ABBA,
Thee Headcoats,
Smog,
Stetsasonic,
Black Moon,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Hot Snakes,
Franke,
Henry Cow,
X-102,
Zero Boys,
David Bowie,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Alice Coltrane,
The Flesh Eaters,
Peter & Gordon,
Leonard Cohen,
Reagan Youth,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Technova,
The Mummies,
Minutemen,
Skriet,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
CMW,
Connie Case,
Livin' Joy,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Malaria!,
Donny Hathaway,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Shadows of Knight,
Jesper Dahlback,
Oblivians,
Suicide,
Unwound, Unwound, Unwound, Unwound.
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.