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 Sri Lanka and from Mumbai.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 CMW to the rock 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 Rufus Thomas. All the underground hits.
All Chris & Cosey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joensuu 1685 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe 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 chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fire Engines,
Gabor Szabo,
The Golliwogs,
Man Parrish,
Quadrant,
Aural Exciters,
Scan 7,
Connie Case,
Radio Birdman,
Fugazi,
Tears for Fears,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Star Department,
Zero Boys,
Sister Nancy,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Knickerbockers,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Mars,
Sound Behaviour,
Ten City,
T. Rex,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Cameo,
Rhythm & Sound,
Darondo,
Glambeats Corp.,
Wally Richardson,
Youth Brigade,
Sun City Girls,
Isaac Hayes,
The Barracudas,
The Moody Blues,
E-Dancer,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Jacob Miller,
Y Pants,
The Doobie Brothers,
Masters at Work,
The Fortunes,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Khruangbin,
Tropical Tobacco,
Boogie Down Productions,
Tomorrow,
Danielle Patucci,
Prince Buster,
Negative Approach,
Tim Buckley,
Joensuu 1685,
The Mummies,
Sonic Youth,
The Associates,
the Swans,
The Trojans,
Echospace,
Boredoms,
The Moleskins,
Rites of Spring,
Ultimate Spinach,
Susan Cadogan,
Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté.
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.