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 Indonesia and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the güiro 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 Blancmange to the crunk 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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch. All the underground hits.
All Gang of Four tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moss Icon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 güiro and a synthesizer 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 sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonic Youth,
The Move,
Television Personalities,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
R.M.O.,
The Durutti Column,
Hashim,
Infiniti,
Sällskapet,
Junior Murvin,
The Remains,
The Smiths,
Alice Coltrane,
The New Christs,
Chrome,
ABBA,
Nas,
Roger Hodgson,
The Doobie Brothers,
Spandau Ballet,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Country Teasers,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Intrusion,
Ituana,
The Associates,
June Days,
Throbbing Gristle,
Loose Ends,
Gabor Szabo,
Stereo Dub,
Wire,
the Sonics,
Gang Starr,
Television,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Shoche,
Kas Product,
Sight & Sound,
Amazonics,
Anakelly,
Tubeway Army,
Hoover,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Michelle Simonal,
Boogie Down Productions,
Mark Hollis,
Gong,
The Fugs,
Absolute Body Control,
Kaleidoscope,
Robert Wyatt,
Desert Stars,
Big Daddy Kane,
Prince Buster,
Faust,
Harry Pussy,
Colin Newman,
Banda Bassotti,
Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry.
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.