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 Chile and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Gun Club to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Toni Rubio. All the underground hits.
All Louis and Bebe Barron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every R.M.O. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb 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 snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Starr,
Boogie Down Productions,
Piero Umiliani,
The Toasters,
Sam Rivers,
Public Image Ltd.,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Arthur Verocai,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Electric Prunes,
The Monochrome Set,
Donny Hathaway,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Cybotron,
Aswad,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Dirtbombs,
Joey Negro,
Derrick May,
Duran Duran,
Roxette,
Amon Düül II,
Funkadelic,
Moebius,
The Invisible,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Pylon,
Warsaw,
Absolute Body Control,
Aaron Thompson,
Scott Walker,
The Offenders,
The Techniques,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Trojans,
Theoretical Girls,
Ultra Naté,
The Grass Roots,
Chris Corsano,
Crispian St. Peters,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Crime,
Leonard Cohen,
Johnny Osbourne,
Brothers Johnson,
Amon Düül,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Skarface,
Isaac Hayes,
Howard Jones,
The Alarm Clocks,
James Chance & The Contortions,
the Germs,
Deadbeat,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Suicide,
PIL,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance.
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.