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 Azerbaijan and from Spokane.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the güiro 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 Eric B and Rakim to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Absolute Body Control. All the underground hits.
All Von Mondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Girls At Our Best! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an oboe and a mellotron 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 rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Real Kids,
James White and The Blacks,
Alison Limerick,
The Fire Engines,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Ultravox,
Jacques Brel,
The United States of America,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Barbara Tucker,
The Kinks,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Trojans,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
F. McDonald,
Pantytec,
The Evens,
K-Klass,
Lakeside,
Jerry's Kids,
T. Rex,
Nico,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Shadows of Knight,
Faust,
Andrew Hill,
Lyres,
Roxy Music,
Fela Kuti,
Massinfluence,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Severed Heads,
Cluster,
Glenn Branca,
Sandy B,
Nick Fraelich,
The Doobie Brothers,
Heaven 17,
Marshall Jefferson,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Young Marble Giants,
Y Pants,
The Fuzztones,
Marvin Gaye,
Ralphi Rosario,
Skaos,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Barracudas,
Animal Collective,
Kas Product,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Theoretical Girls,
Wings,
Judy Mowatt,
Skriet,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Invisible,
Harry Pussy,
Boogie Down Productions,
Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U.
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.