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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Bootsy Collins 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 Lou Reed & John Cale. All the underground hits.
All The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gladiators record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 synthesizer 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 arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Hasil Adkins,
Pere Ubu,
Scientists,
Unrelated Segments,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Yusef Lateef,
Television,
James White and The Blacks,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Mr. Review,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Eurythmics,
Lightning Bolt,
Kaleidoscope,
The Litter,
Negative Approach,
Electric Prunes,
Graham Central Station,
Jeff Mills,
B.T. Express,
Jeff Lynne,
Bob Dylan,
Whodini,
Bad Manners,
Goldenarms,
Lalann,
Wasted Youth,
The Gap Band,
Bauhaus,
Fear,
Cybotron,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Amazonics,
Neil Young,
Blossom Toes,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Roy Ayers,
Agent Orange,
Sam Rivers,
Minutemen,
Joe Smooth,
Davy DMX,
Loose Ends,
The Monks,
Masters at Work,
The Fall,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Pop Group,
The Red Krayola,
The Zeros,
Tim Buckley,
Jawbox,
Vainqueur,
Black Sheep,
Cameo,
OOIOO,
Robert Görl,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Unwound,
Oblivians,
Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu.
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.