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 Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Royal Trux to the jazz 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 Chris Corsano. All the underground hits.
All Aswad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Curtis Mayfield record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 harpsichord and a marimba 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 güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zapp,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Talk Talk,
Lucky Dragons,
The Mummies,
John Foxx,
Amazonics,
The Slackers,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Moby Grape,
Black Bananas,
MC5,
X-Ray Spex,
Matthew Bourne,
Robert Görl,
Gang Green,
Tres Demented,
Dorothy Ashby,
Funky Four + One,
Groovy Waters,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
B.T. Express,
The J.B.'s,
The Fugs,
Rapeman,
Vladislav Delay,
Bill Near,
Idris Muhammad,
Sixth Finger,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Seeds,
Fear,
Yellowson,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Gastr Del Sol,
Franke,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Janne Schatter,
Rites of Spring,
Ultravox,
Animal Collective,
Archie Shepp,
Juan Atkins,
Glenn Branca,
Alphaville,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Lalo Schifrin,
John Cale,
Minor Threat,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Quando Quango,
Mandrill,
MDC,
Thompson Twins,
Godley & Creme,
kango's stein massive,
The Alarm Clocks,
Mr. Review,
Laurel Aitken,
Fat Boys,
Terry Callier,
Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy.
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.