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 Paraguay and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 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 Soul II Soul to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Eden Ahbez. All the underground hits.
All The Wake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Intrusion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron 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 snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Frankie Knuckles,
Bill Wells,
Alphaville,
Slick Rick,
Jerry's Kids,
The Names,
Das Ding,
Radiopuhelimet,
Inner City,
Carl Craig,
The Toasters,
Hashim,
Ten City,
Rosa Yemen,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Nils Olav,
Laurel Aitken,
Depeche Mode,
Radiohead,
The Velvet Underground,
Morten Harket,
Masters at Work,
Peter & Gordon,
Jerry Gold Smith,
London Community Gospel Choir,
cv313,
Charles Mingus,
Panda Bear,
Deakin,
CMW,
Nirvana,
The Knickerbockers,
Royal Trux,
The Sound,
Ice-T,
Donny Hathaway,
Mo-Dettes,
The Busters,
The Misunderstood,
Hardrive,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sam Rivers,
Circle Jerks,
Gabor Szabo,
Sound Behaviour,
Kerri Chandler,
Oblivians,
Cecil Taylor,
David Axelrod,
Black Bananas,
Model 500,
Bauhaus,
Swans,
The Cure,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Slave,
Brothers Johnson,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Brand Nubian,
Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms.
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.