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 Tunisia and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 808 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 T.S.O.L. to the funk 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 Tommy Roe. All the underground hits.
All Liliput tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Image Ltd. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 chamberlin and an arpeggiator 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 theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kaleidoscope,
Silicon Teens,
Mark Hollis,
Faraquet,
Ossler,
Mr. Review,
Masters at Work,
Underground Resistance,
Intrusion,
Lightning Bolt,
Warsaw,
Erasure,
Connie Case,
Tim Buckley,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Jimmy McGriff,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Bobby Sherman,
Jacques Brel,
Blake Baxter,
Peter & Gordon,
Traffic Nightmare,
Albert Ayler,
Peter and Kerry,
New Order,
Johnny Osbourne,
Toni Rubio,
Fifty Foot Hose,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Litter,
Los Fastidios,
The Monochrome Set,
Arthur Verocai,
Ohio Players,
The Mummies,
Kevin Saunderson,
Bang On A Can,
Easy Going,
Roxette,
OOIOO,
Barry Ungar,
Metal Thangz,
LL Cool J,
Popol Vuh,
the Association,
Skaos,
Erykah Badu,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Porter Ricks,
Sly & The Family Stone,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Delon & Dalcan,
Can,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Durutti Column,
The Remains,
Quantec,
Crooked Eye,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Henry Cow,
Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach.
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.