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 Belarus and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Gabor Szabo to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Vogues. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Hutcherson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Last Poets 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin 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 mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yusef Lateef,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
X-102,
La Düsseldorf,
E-Dancer,
The Kinks,
Agitation Free,
H. Thieme,
Robert Wyatt,
Dennis Brown,
Pulsallama,
Nico,
Soft Machine,
Banda Bassotti,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The United States of America,
Wasted Youth,
Accadde A,
Radio Birdman,
Scientists,
The Last Poets,
Pole,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Jacob Miller,
Crime,
Dark Day,
Rekid,
Quadrant,
Tears for Fears,
Harpers Bizarre,
AZ,
The Evens,
Blossom Toes,
This Heat,
Isaac Hayes,
DJ Style,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Saccharine Trust,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Livin' Joy,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
New Age Steppers,
Chris Corsano,
Eden Ahbez,
Prince Buster,
The Neon Judgement,
Quando Quango,
Sound Behaviour,
Barrington Levy,
Schoolly D,
Danielle Patucci,
Malaria!,
Scan 7,
Barry Ungar,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Deadbeat,
Kevin Saunderson,
June of 44,
Bizarre Inc.,
James White and The Blacks,
Erykah Badu,
Janne Schatter,
Cal Tjader,
Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon.
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.