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 Zimbabwe and from Edmonton.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the 808 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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Stiv Bators. All the underground hits.
All Vaughan Mason & Crew tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Beau Brummels 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer 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 snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Doors,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Gang of Four,
The New Christs,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Martian,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
OOIOO,
Deadbeat,
Flipper,
FM Einheit,
The Remains,
Barry Ungar,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Busters,
Yusef Lateef,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Japan,
Joyce Sims,
Moss Icon,
Bad Manners,
A Certain Ratio,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Gerry Rafferty,
Bauhaus,
Intrusion,
These Immortal Souls,
Eve St. Jones,
Animal Collective,
Eric Dolphy,
Gil Scott Heron,
Banda Bassotti,
Crooked Eye,
The Moleskins,
Mad Mike,
Theoretical Girls,
Barrington Levy,
UT,
Yazoo,
Colin Newman,
New Order,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Delon & Dalcan,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Radiohead,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Negative Approach,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Neil Young,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Cheater Slicks,
The Velvet Underground,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sällskapet,
Trumans Water,
Johnny Clarke,
The Black Dice,
Wings,
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.