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 Taiwan and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 marimba 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 Gong to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz. All the underground hits.
All Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Section 25 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare 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 chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Toasters,
KRS-One,
Cecil Taylor,
The Leaves,
The Five Americans,
Jeru the Damaja,
Black Flag,
Mo-Dettes,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sam Rivers,
Excepter,
Dawn Penn,
A Certain Ratio,
Harmonia,
Peter & Gordon,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Porter Ricks,
Wings,
The Slits,
Joensuu 1685,
Johnny Clarke,
Black Moon,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Robert Wyatt,
Lightning Bolt,
Loose Ends,
Accadde A,
Silicon Teens,
Crash Course in Science,
Cameo,
Quadrant,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Fortunes,
Rosa Yemen,
The Saints,
the Bar-Kays,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Aloha Tigers,
Faraquet,
The Victims,
Black Bananas,
Harry Pussy,
Spoonie Gee,
Big Daddy Kane,
Malaria!,
F. McDonald,
Deadbeat,
The Gun Club,
Mark Hollis,
The Grass Roots,
Eddi Front,
Marine Girls,
Eden Ahbez,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Section 25,
Delon & Dalcan,
Masters at Work,
Saccharine Trust,
Essential Logic,
Kenny Larkin,
Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson.
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.