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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the güiro 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 The Saints to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Fort Wilson Riot. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Womack tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-101 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 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 linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visage,
Swans,
Glenn Branca,
Buzzcocks,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Rhythm & Sound,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Section 25,
Nick Fraelich,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Marc Almond,
Tom Boy,
the Association,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Beau Brummels,
Judy Mowatt,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Tres Demented,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Gil Scott Heron,
Eric B and Rakim,
the Fania All-Stars,
Zero Boys,
La Düsseldorf,
Subhumans,
Fear,
Robert Hood,
The Toasters,
B.T. Express,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Ronnie Foster,
Youth Brigade,
The Electric Prunes,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Victims,
Tim Buckley,
Dorothy Ashby,
Porter Ricks,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Robert Wyatt,
Scratch Acid,
Von Mondo,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Carl Craig,
Masters at Work,
Los Fastidios,
David McCallum,
Negative Approach,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Fluxion,
MDC,
Eddi Front,
David Axelrod,
Sonny Sharrock,
FM Einheit,
John Coltrane,
ABBA,
Kaleidoscope,
Junior Murvin,
Blake Baxter,
Darondo, Darondo, Darondo, Darondo.
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.