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 Thailand and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 The Seeds to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Man Parrish. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Clarke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Coltrane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 808 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 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dual Sessions,
Lower 48,
Lindisfarne,
Iggy Pop,
Minnie Riperton,
John Cale,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Bobby Womack,
Technova,
Swell Maps,
Carl Craig,
Motorama,
Aswad,
Scrapy,
Second Layer,
Sam Rivers,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Reagan Youth,
Minny Pops,
The Slackers,
Harpers Bizarre,
Audionom,
The Slits,
Archie Shepp,
Arthur Verocai,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Moby Grape,
Johnny Clarke,
The Vogues,
Jimmy McGriff,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Hardrive,
It's A Beautiful Day,
David McCallum,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Crispian St. Peters,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Brothers Johnson,
Graham Central Station,
A Certain Ratio,
The Skatalites,
Marvin Gaye,
Half Japanese,
Ornette Coleman,
Barclay James Harvest,
the Germs,
B.T. Express,
Fatback Band,
Andrew Hill,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Selecter,
The American Breed,
Sight & Sound,
Siglo XX,
John Coltrane,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Public Enemy,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Star Department,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Mantronix,
Groovy Waters,
Inner City, Inner City, Inner City, Inner City.
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.