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 Lithuania and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Althea and Donna to the punk 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 Rufus Thomas. All the underground hits.
All Kerri Chandler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ 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 marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Blossom Toes,
Frankie Knuckles,
Morten Harket,
Robert Görl,
Theoretical Girls,
Japan,
Rotary Connection,
Cluster,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Leonard Cohen,
Shuggie Otis,
Flipper,
Roxette,
The Seeds,
Youth Brigade,
Public Image Ltd.,
Los Fastidios,
Don Cherry,
Unwound,
Organ,
Laurel Aitken,
Deadbeat,
Saccharine Trust,
Matthew Halsall,
Essential Logic,
Tim Buckley,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Metal Thangz,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Flash Fearless,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sight & Sound,
Yusef Lateef,
The Beau Brummels,
Half Japanese,
Supertramp,
the Swans,
New Order,
Inner City,
Barclay James Harvest,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
T. Rex,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Crime,
Mars,
Bobby Byrd,
Fear,
Johnny Osbourne,
Grey Daturas,
The Dave Clark Five,
Cymande,
Faraquet,
Gang Green,
A Certain Ratio,
The Monochrome Set,
The Zeros,
Mo-Dettes,
R.M.O.,
The Electric Prunes,
Marc Almond,
Agitation Free,
Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson.
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.