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 Senegal and from Copenhagen.
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 Manila and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Jeff Mills to the crunk 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 Country Teasers. All the underground hits.
All N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minutemen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet 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 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Mars,
The Gun Club,
Ultravox,
The Victims,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Sonics,
Stiv Bators,
Reagan Youth,
Suicide,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Khruangbin,
Ronnie Foster,
John Coltrane,
One Last Wish,
Ultimate Spinach,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Soft Machine,
John Holt,
The Barracudas,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Yellowson,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Detroit Cobras,
Janne Schatter,
Quantec,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
the Germs,
Gregory Isaacs,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Real Kids,
The Seeds,
Hardrive,
Goldenarms,
The United States of America,
Trumans Water,
Model 500,
48th St. Collective,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
K-Klass,
Thee Headcoats,
Danielle Patucci,
Lee Hazlewood,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Zeros,
Neil Young,
Joy Division,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Tommy Roe,
Rotary Connection,
Sixth Finger,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Lou Christie,
Graham Central Station,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Walker Brothers,
The Busters,
Sandy B,
Todd Terry,
Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed.
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.