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 Senegal and from Accra.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 sitar 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 Johnny Clarke to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Pulsallama. All the underground hits.
All The Vogues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Connie Case 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord 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 clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Clarke,
Erasure,
Ronan,
Vladislav Delay,
Joy Division,
Zero Boys,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Tomorrow,
Fad Gadget,
Amon Düül II,
Suicide,
Rapeman,
Pole,
Pierre Henry,
Susan Cadogan,
The Golliwogs,
the Normal,
John Coltrane,
Johnny Osbourne,
OOIOO,
Minny Pops,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Archie Shepp,
Vainqueur,
Ponytail,
Moby Grape,
Harmonia,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Buckinghams,
Max Romeo,
Yusef Lateef,
Blancmange,
Silicon Teens,
Magma,
Malaria!,
New Order,
The Birthday Party,
T. Rex,
The Residents,
Rosa Yemen,
PIL,
Cheater Slicks,
Bob Dylan,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Fat Boys,
Glambeats Corp.,
Morten Harket,
Organ,
Nirvana,
KRS-One,
Con Funk Shun,
Make Up,
Derrick Morgan,
The Detroit Cobras,
MC5,
Todd Rundgren,
Chris Corsano,
The Stooges,
The Moody Blues,
10cc,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Porter Ricks,
Pussy Galore,
Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons.
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.