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 Latvia and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
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 Rhythim Is Rhythim to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Half Japanese. All the underground hits.
All Nas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool Moe Dee 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar 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 guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Parrish,
the Sonics,
Wasted Youth,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Ultravox,
Surgeon,
The Knickerbockers,
The Martian,
The J.B.'s,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Parry Music,
Tropical Tobacco,
Traffic Nightmare,
Aaron Thompson,
The Monochrome Set,
Duran Duran,
The Fugs,
Byron Stingily,
Carl Craig,
Camouflage,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Negative Approach,
This Heat,
The Shadows of Knight,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Johnny Osbourne,
Underground Resistance,
The Velvet Underground,
Michelle Simonal,
The Music Machine,
The Kinks,
The Barracudas,
Spandau Ballet,
Marc Almond,
Todd Terry,
Kool Moe Dee,
Mantronix,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Andrew Hill,
Little Man,
Lucky Dragons,
Dual Sessions,
Talk Talk,
Erykah Badu,
Pierre Henry,
Gastr Del Sol,
Nick Fraelich,
The Pretty Things,
Vladislav Delay,
Ultimate Spinach,
Buzzcocks,
PIL,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Tremeloes,
Skarface,
Alton Ellis,
Hardrive,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Whodini,
Eddi Front,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Outsiders,
Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson.
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.