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 Peru and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Can to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Pere Ubu. All the underground hits.
All Leonard Cohen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skaos record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 linndrum and a rhodes 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 guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Au Pairs,
Tom Boy,
Radiohead,
Colin Newman,
Inner City,
Bush Tetras,
Aaron Thompson,
Circle Jerks,
Eurythmics,
Don Cherry,
Nick Fraelich,
Nico,
Faraquet,
The Offenders,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Altered Images,
Cluster,
Cheater Slicks,
Scion,
The Velvet Underground,
Carl Craig,
The Dirtbombs,
Hot Snakes,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Moody Blues,
X-Ray Spex,
Chris Corsano,
Spoonie Gee,
Public Enemy,
The Sound,
David McCallum,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sister Nancy,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The New Christs,
The Count Five,
Camouflage,
Minutemen,
The Young Rascals,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Doobie Brothers,
Khruangbin,
Joey Negro,
Tubeway Army,
Scratch Acid,
Procol Harum,
The Martian,
Funky Four + One,
The Tremeloes,
Marmalade,
H. Thieme,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Godley & Creme,
Lightning Bolt,
Janne Schatter,
Blancmange,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Suburban Knight,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
the Germs,
a-ha, a-ha, a-ha, a-ha.
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.