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 Tonga and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the oboe 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 MC5 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 The Fortunes. All the underground hits.
All Soft Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar 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 snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Terry,
Yellowson,
Barrington Levy,
Bush Tetras,
Underground Resistance,
Freddie Wadling,
Panda Bear,
Surgeon,
Eve St. Jones,
Sällskapet,
Joe Smooth,
The Trojans,
Pulsallama,
The Divine Comedy,
Barry Ungar,
Scion,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Black Flag,
Eyeless In Gaza,
cv313,
Mary Jane Girls,
Outsiders,
The Velvet Underground,
Stiv Bators,
Jimmy McGriff,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Lindisfarne,
Guru Guru,
Television Personalities,
Ornette Coleman,
Soul II Soul,
Ultravox,
Interpol,
The Seeds,
Deepchord,
Glambeats Corp.,
Frankie Knuckles,
Agitation Free,
10cc,
Kerrie Biddell,
Delta 5,
Magma,
Gabor Szabo,
Unwound,
The Pretty Things,
Hot Snakes,
The Slackers,
New York Dolls,
The Names,
Ten City,
Minutemen,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Maurizio,
PIL,
Sixth Finger,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Derrick Morgan,
Eric B and Rakim,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Flesh Eaters,
Swans,
Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton.
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.