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 Korea North and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 Manchester and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Heavy D & The Boyz to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Zeros. All the underground hits.
All Jimmy McGriff tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Teenage Jesus and the Jerks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer 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 marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Stiv Bators,
The Blackbyrds,
Junior Murvin,
Derrick Morgan,
Vladislav Delay,
The Toasters,
Mantronix,
The Mummies,
The Star Department,
Easy Going,
The Residents,
Bill Wells,
Depeche Mode,
Cecil Taylor,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Jimmy McGriff,
Michelle Simonal,
The Evens,
Max Romeo,
Minor Threat,
Aural Exciters,
10cc,
Unwound,
Carl Craig,
The Gap Band,
Siglo XX,
Ohio Players,
Tomorrow,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Television Personalities,
The New Christs,
Icehouse,
kango's stein massive,
Bill Near,
Minutemen,
Silicon Teens,
The Grass Roots,
Technova,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Bootsy Collins,
The Five Americans,
Pussy Galore,
Talk Talk,
Smog,
Drexciya,
Bobby Womack,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sexual Harrassment,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Terrestrial Tones,
Shoche,
A Certain Ratio,
Grey Daturas,
Magma,
Davy DMX,
Jawbox,
Lou Christie,
Qualms,
Sandy B,
Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young.
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.