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 Belarus and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Colin Newman to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks. All the underground hits.
All Magazine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pretty Things record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin 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 guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Invisible,
Gabor Szabo,
The Wake,
Q and Not U,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sam Rivers,
Outsiders,
Warren Ellis,
Archie Shepp,
Y Pants,
The Moleskins,
Khruangbin,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Q65,
The Residents,
The Pop Group,
the Normal,
Deadbeat,
Charles Mingus,
Dorothy Ashby,
Make Up,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Black Sheep,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Girls At Our Best!,
Au Pairs,
The Shadows of Knight,
Blake Baxter,
Anakelly,
X-102,
Soft Cell,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Crispian St. Peters,
Gil Scott Heron,
Buzzcocks,
Derrick Morgan,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Angry Samoans,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Joy Division,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Thee Headcoats,
Brothers Johnson,
The Monks,
Judy Mowatt,
The New Christs,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
F. McDonald,
Iggy Pop,
Deakin,
The Moody Blues,
The Durutti Column,
The Fuzztones,
Spoonie Gee,
Mr. Review,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Big Daddy Kane,
Black Pus,
Gang Green,
Byron Stingily,
Organ,
Von Mondo,
Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments.
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.