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 Malawi and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Five Americans to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Minor Threat. All the underground hits.
All The Durutti Column tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick Morgan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 chamberlin 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 mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Flag,
The Skatalites,
Lou Reed,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Move,
Steve Hackett,
Reuben Wilson,
Loose Ends,
David McCallum,
The Buckinghams,
the Normal,
The Smoke,
Ituana,
The Walker Brothers,
The Music Machine,
Shoche,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Roxette,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Nils Olav,
The Seeds,
This Heat,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Pierre Henry,
Fela Kuti,
Sun City Girls,
Depeche Mode,
Desert Stars,
Newcleus,
Agitation Free,
Tres Demented,
Trumans Water,
Rapeman,
The Gun Club,
The Leaves,
Bluetip,
Eric Dolphy,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Boz Scaggs,
Laurel Aitken,
Wings,
Public Image Ltd.,
Massinfluence,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Basic Channel,
Marvin Gaye,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Glenn Branca,
Ice-T,
Stockholm Monsters,
Chris Corsano,
Sister Nancy,
Fear,
Adolescents,
Magazine,
DNA,
The Martian,
Von Mondo,
Pole,
DJ Style,
New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls.
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.