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 Moldova and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Section 25 to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Josef K. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Osbourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Count Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb 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 harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Leaves,
Erykah Badu,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Cosmic Jokers,
8 Eyed Spy,
New Order,
Essential Logic,
The Human League,
Bronski Beat,
Yaz,
Flipper,
Smog,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Ken Boothe,
Inner City,
kango's stein massive,
E-Dancer,
Ice-T,
Ornette Coleman,
John Cale,
The Pretty Things,
Archie Shepp,
Cameo,
JFA,
Unwound,
The Doobie Brothers,
Crash Course in Science,
Man Parrish,
Black Pus,
The Detroit Cobras,
David McCallum,
Magazine,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
David Bowie,
The J.B.'s,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Wally Richardson,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Toni Rubio,
Clear Light,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Main Source,
Flash Fearless,
Pole,
Sarah Menescal,
Au Pairs,
Infiniti,
The Gun Club,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
China Crisis,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Ronnie Foster,
Excepter,
Mo-Dettes,
The Offenders,
Metal Thangz,
The Real Kids,
The Sound,
The Blackbyrds,
Robert Hood,
Sam Rivers,
Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader.
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.