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 Tonga and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 AZ to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Brick. All the underground hits.
All Archie Shepp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nirvana record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet 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 clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Blackbyrds,
Junior Murvin,
Connie Case,
Negative Approach,
Wolf Eyes,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Interpol,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Tears for Fears,
Shuggie Otis,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sixth Finger,
Piero Umiliani,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Little Man,
Mr. Review,
Cal Tjader,
New Age Steppers,
EPMD,
Underground Resistance,
The Velvet Underground,
Zapp,
Delta 5,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
the Fania All-Stars,
Traffic Nightmare,
Laurel Aitken,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Crispian St. Peters,
David McCallum,
Rhythm & Sound,
Gabor Szabo,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Wake,
Porter Ricks,
Jimmy McGriff,
Pantaleimon,
Cheater Slicks,
Boredoms,
Pussy Galore,
Parry Music,
Theoretical Girls,
Gang Starr,
Beasts of Bourbon,
the Soft Cell,
K-Klass,
Slave,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
DNA,
48th St. Collective,
Lindisfarne,
Eric Dolphy,
Panda Bear,
Ten City,
Motorama,
Joe Smooth,
Johnny Clarke,
Spoonie Gee,
Archie Shepp,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman.
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.