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 Pakistan and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 rap 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 Man Parrish. All the underground hits.
All Scratch Acid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Leaves 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord 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 oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lucky Dragons,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Can,
Boz Scaggs,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Fugs,
Tim Buckley,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Alton Ellis,
The Barracudas,
Qualms,
Public Enemy,
The Count Five,
Johnny Osbourne,
Slave,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Cecil Taylor,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Cluster,
Dave Gahan,
The Busters,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Warren Ellis,
Brand Nubian,
Fatback Band,
Todd Terry,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Infiniti,
The Young Rascals,
Aaron Thompson,
Josef K,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sister Nancy,
Neu!,
Cheater Slicks,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Minutemen,
The Monks,
Buzzcocks,
Sam Rivers,
Big Daddy Kane,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Fear,
Procol Harum,
Make Up,
Yusef Lateef,
Kaleidoscope,
Barrington Levy,
Livin' Joy,
Camouflage,
Brick,
Agent Orange,
The Angels of Light,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Icehouse,
Lalo Schifrin,
Gang Gang Dance,
Lungfish,
Amazonics,
Liliput,
Surgeon,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros.
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.