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 Mali and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Delta 5 to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 the Fania All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All Colin Newman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Carl Craig record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare 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 sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bizarre Inc.,
Pussy Galore,
Stiv Bators,
Connie Case,
R.M.O.,
Gang Green,
Tom Boy,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Soulsonic Force,
Hoover,
Eric Dolphy,
Joey Negro,
Monks,
Danielle Patucci,
Anakelly,
Peter and Kerry,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Bob Dylan,
Robert Görl,
Slave,
Isaac Hayes,
Hasil Adkins,
Parry Music,
A Flock of Seagulls,
UT,
Jacques Brel,
Howard Jones,
Porter Ricks,
Charles Mingus,
Black Flag,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Piero Umiliani,
The Dead C,
Tears for Fears,
The Searchers,
Leonard Cohen,
Brand Nubian,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Gories,
Camouflage,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Offenders,
Gang Starr,
X-102,
Franke,
Television,
Robert Hood,
Electric Prunes,
Vladislav Delay,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
CMW,
The Detroit Cobras,
Grey Daturas,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Harmonia,
June of 44,
The Mojo Men,
Crash Course in Science,
Main Source,
Pierre Henry,
World's Most,
Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale.
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.