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 Bangladesh and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Skaos to the electroclash 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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Q65 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron 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 snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flipper,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Joe Finger,
Ossler,
Interpol,
The Buckinghams,
Camouflage,
June Days,
MC5,
Susan Cadogan,
Half Japanese,
Eden Ahbez,
This Heat,
Desert Stars,
Alton Ellis,
Tres Demented,
Panda Bear,
Barry Ungar,
Black Pus,
Ultimate Spinach,
Ohio Players,
Terry Callier,
Eric Dolphy,
The Knickerbockers,
Leonard Cohen,
The Toasters,
Shoche,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
the Bar-Kays,
The J.B.'s,
Alison Limerick,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Young Marble Giants,
Robert Hood,
Gabor Szabo,
Fatback Band,
Rufus Thomas,
Technova,
The Gories,
Harry Pussy,
John Lydon,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Loose Ends,
10cc,
The Remains,
Fat Boys,
The Alarm Clocks,
Marvin Gaye,
T.S.O.L.,
Curtis Mayfield,
Isaac Hayes,
Hashim,
Henry Cow,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Durutti Column,
Easy Going,
Dennis Brown,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Chris & Cosey,
The Dave Clark Five,
Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes.
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.