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 Bhutan and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Hong Kong.
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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Charles Mingus to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Dark Day. All the underground hits.
All Ohio Players tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aswad record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin 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 rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monks,
Vladislav Delay,
Derrick Morgan,
Mission of Burma,
the Fania All-Stars,
Stockholm Monsters,
The J.B.'s,
Prince Buster,
Jeff Lynne,
Andrew Hill,
Agent Orange,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Terrestrial Tones,
Ten City,
Desert Stars,
Malaria!,
Main Source,
Rhythm & Sound,
Franke,
Chrome,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Severed Heads,
Eli Mardock,
Chris Corsano,
Frankie Knuckles,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Whodini,
Sparks,
The Moleskins,
Grandmaster Flash,
Gang of Four,
Crispian St. Peters,
Spoonie Gee,
Marvin Gaye,
Kenny Larkin,
Soft Cell,
Duran Duran,
Joyce Sims,
The Young Rascals,
Neu!,
Amon Düül,
John Foxx,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Intrusion,
Black Bananas,
Sarah Menescal,
R.M.O.,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Invisible,
Crash Course in Science,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Ronan,
Fugazi,
These Immortal Souls,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Sound,
Tubeway Army,
Magazine,
cv313,
Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson.
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.