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 Ethiopia and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Altered Images to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Lalo Schifrin. All the underground hits.
All Albert Ayler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Enemy 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer 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 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Blancmange,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Johnny Clarke,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Kas Product,
Soul II Soul,
Sarah Menescal,
Lebanon Hanover,
Yusef Lateef,
The Knickerbockers,
Letta Mbulu,
The Smoke,
Procol Harum,
Reuben Wilson,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Slick Rick,
The J.B.'s,
Sixth Finger,
Nirvana,
Groovy Waters,
Suicide,
The Busters,
The Fugs,
DJ Sneak,
The Happenings,
Neil Young,
Matthew Bourne,
One Last Wish,
Minny Pops,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Rotary Connection,
X-102,
Terrestrial Tones,
Pole,
The Toasters,
Sun Ra,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Television,
Minutemen,
The Detroit Cobras,
the Germs,
Bobby Byrd,
Rites of Spring,
Patti Smith,
Idris Muhammad,
Radio Birdman,
Joe Finger,
Section 25,
Nik Kershaw,
Frankie Knuckles,
Half Japanese,
Buzzcocks,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Aaron Thompson,
Vainqueur,
Minor Threat,
Pagans,
Rakim,
The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor.
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.