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 Burundi and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the organ 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 Traffic Nightmare to the jazz 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 Ronan. All the underground hits.
All Panda Bear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Litter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba 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 synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Bowie,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Kinks,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Khruangbin,
Barrington Levy,
MDC,
X-Ray Spex,
Bang On A Can,
Boredoms,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Eli Mardock,
The Monochrome Set,
The Beau Brummels,
Stereo Dub,
Accadde A,
Alphaville,
Matthew Bourne,
Mission of Burma,
Cal Tjader,
Intrusion,
Harpers Bizarre,
John Lydon,
The Doobie Brothers,
Jacques Brel,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Chrome,
Fugazi,
Index,
Dave Gahan,
The Blues Magoos,
Isaac Hayes,
Mo-Dettes,
The American Breed,
the Swans,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Pet Shop Boys,
Vladislav Delay,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Selecter,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Bill Wells,
Theoretical Girls,
Eve St. Jones,
Ronnie Foster,
Hashim,
Black Sheep,
Marcia Griffiths,
Parry Music,
Flamin' Groovies,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Swans,
Gabor Szabo,
Moby Grape,
The Modern Lovers,
Japan,
T.S.O.L.,
Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor.
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.