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 Cambodia and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Curtis Mayfield to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Minor Threat. All the underground hits.
All The Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lonnie Liston Smith 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar 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 spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABBA,
Janne Schatter,
Scott Walker,
U.S. Maple,
Mantronix,
The Velvet Underground,
Babytalk,
Kevin Saunderson,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Motions,
Roxy Music,
The Shadows of Knight,
Bill Near,
The Star Department,
EPMD,
Reagan Youth,
Echospace,
Roxette,
The Zeros,
Juan Atkins,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Blake Baxter,
Donald Byrd,
Barbara Tucker,
Todd Terry,
Letta Mbulu,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Knickerbockers,
Andrew Hill,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Delon & Dalcan,
Anthony Braxton,
Eric Dolphy,
Pagans,
Rosa Yemen,
The Invisible,
Franke,
Masters at Work,
Bluetip,
Freddie Wadling,
Black Pus,
Qualms,
Amon Düül,
Kaleidoscope,
Half Japanese,
One Last Wish,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Trumans Water,
Dark Day,
ABC,
Quantec,
The Raincoats,
Lyres,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Fall,
CMW,
Sugar Minott,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Fad Gadget,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))).
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.