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 Sweden and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Seoul.
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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Rekid to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud. All the underground hits.
All Surgeon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every One Last Wish 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ 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 guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare,
June Days,
Con Funk Shun,
In Retrospect,
Vladislav Delay,
Fad Gadget,
Main Source,
The Selecter,
The Fire Engines,
Yusef Lateef,
The Motions,
Carl Craig,
Blancmange,
Derrick Morgan,
Scratch Acid,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Hasil Adkins,
Tres Demented,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Goldenarms,
James White and The Blacks,
Camouflage,
Donny Hathaway,
K-Klass,
Black Pus,
Wire,
The Divine Comedy,
The Cowsills,
Mad Mike,
Rakim,
The Happenings,
Crooked Eye,
Audionom,
Whodini,
Tubeway Army,
Negative Approach,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Outsiders,
Godley & Creme,
T.S.O.L.,
John Foxx,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
This Heat,
The Grass Roots,
The Kinks,
Stetsasonic,
Alison Limerick,
F. McDonald,
ABC,
Ultimate Spinach,
Jawbox,
Darondo,
Johnny Clarke,
Pantaleimon,
Chris & Cosey,
Vainqueur,
The Residents,
The Searchers,
Albert Ayler,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Anthony Braxton,
Pole,
Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy.
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.