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 Monaco and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the oboe 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 Aural Exciters to the techno 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 In Retrospect. All the underground hits.
All ABC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Terry 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 an arpeggiator and an oboe 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 güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerri Chandler,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Wally Richardson,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Inner City,
Avey Tare,
Absolute Body Control,
Joyce Sims,
The Blackbyrds,
cv313,
Soft Machine,
Blancmange,
DNA,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Zero Boys,
Grandmaster Flash,
Stockholm Monsters,
Leonard Cohen,
Gabor Szabo,
Camberwell Now,
Laurel Aitken,
John Cale,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sugar Minott,
Jerry Gold Smith,
R.M.O.,
Fifty Foot Hose,
D'Angelo,
Scion,
Hot Snakes,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Motions,
Duran Duran,
The Moody Blues,
Minutemen,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Lungfish,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
E-Dancer,
Rhythm & Sound,
Tommy Roe,
Bang On A Can,
the Germs,
KRS-One,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Donny Hathaway,
Kas Product,
World's Most,
Los Fastidios,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Newcleus,
Isaac Hayes,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Terrestrial Tones,
Ossler,
Delta 5,
The Associates,
Crash Course in Science,
Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren.
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.