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 Greece and from Mexico City.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Winnipeg.
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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the oboe 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 Kayak to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Kevin Saunderson. All the underground hits.
All Danielle Patucci tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 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 güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
LL Cool J,
James White and The Blacks,
Matthew Bourne,
Negative Approach,
Traffic Nightmare,
Joe Finger,
The Smoke,
Althea and Donna,
Man Eating Sloth,
Gil Scott Heron,
ABBA,
Grey Daturas,
Thompson Twins,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Soft Machine,
Marine Girls,
Mars,
Roger Hodgson,
Tubeway Army,
June of 44,
The Cosmic Jokers,
X-Ray Spex,
ABC,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Soul II Soul,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Durutti Column,
The Detroit Cobras,
Scion,
Mad Mike,
New York Dolls,
Half Japanese,
Alice Coltrane,
Faust,
The Alarm Clocks,
Crime,
The Velvet Underground,
Charles Mingus,
The Fall,
Sun Ra,
Fat Boys,
The Motions,
The Associates,
Outsiders,
Avey Tare,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Saccharine Trust,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Steve Hackett,
Alton Ellis,
the Sonics,
T.S.O.L.,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Monolake,
Joey Negro,
Public Enemy,
The Young Rascals,
Barclay James Harvest,
Judy Mowatt,
Average White Band,
Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet.
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.