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 Spokane.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Blues Magoos to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Index. All the underground hits.
All A Certain Ratio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Underground Resistance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron 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 harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mary Jane Girls,
Black Sheep,
The Zeros,
Can,
Dawn Penn,
Sugar Minott,
DNA,
Janne Schatter,
Cal Tjader,
Subhumans,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Knickerbockers,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Boredoms,
Popol Vuh,
The Martian,
Cluster,
Todd Terry,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Litter,
Blossom Toes,
Neu!,
Erykah Badu,
Eddi Front,
Rhythm & Sound,
Jeru the Damaja,
Don Cherry,
Jacques Brel,
Stereo Dub,
The Leaves,
Pantaleimon,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Simply Red,
Chris Corsano,
Crash Course in Science,
Scrapy,
the Germs,
The Raincoats,
The Black Dice,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Associates,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Blackbyrds,
The Golliwogs,
Shoche,
The Fire Engines,
DJ Sneak,
Scan 7,
Camberwell Now,
MDC,
Tubeway Army,
The Durutti Column,
Ten City,
Boogie Down Productions,
Animal Collective,
Colin Newman,
The Blues Magoos,
Brick,
Harry Pussy,
Brand Nubian,
H. Thieme,
Whodini,
London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir.
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.