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 Tajikistan and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Negative Approach to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Larry & the Blue Notes. All the underground hits.
All Newcleus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scientists record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 808 and a linndrum 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 arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Axelrod,
Fluxion,
Tim Buckley,
The United States of America,
Black Moon,
Juan Atkins,
Scan 7,
Gichy Dan,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Laurel Aitken,
A Certain Ratio,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Harpers Bizarre,
Althea and Donna,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Roxette,
Dawn Penn,
The Beau Brummels,
The Velvet Underground,
Liliput,
Ultimate Spinach,
Aswad,
The Human League,
Davy DMX,
Nas,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Cymande,
Tropical Tobacco,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Red Krayola,
Morten Harket,
Bizarre Inc.,
Gregory Isaacs,
Television,
Au Pairs,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
the Normal,
AZ,
Gastr Del Sol,
Thompson Twins,
Soft Cell,
The Smoke,
Rakim,
8 Eyed Spy,
Nirvana,
Ten City,
Warren Ellis,
Pantytec,
Bauhaus,
Pantaleimon,
Brick,
Toni Rubio,
Deepchord,
Eden Ahbez,
Aaron Thompson,
Bootsy Collins,
Jeff Mills,
Guru Guru,
Marc Almond,
Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo.
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.