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 Jamaica and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band to the techno 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 Lou Reed. All the underground hits.
All Rufus Thomas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythim Is Rhythim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 linndrum and an arpeggiator 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 spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marshall Jefferson,
Pierre Henry,
Rotary Connection,
Dead Boys,
Cameo,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Swell Maps,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Skatalites,
The Fortunes,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Cecil Taylor,
The Seeds,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Flamin' Groovies,
Tres Demented,
Livin' Joy,
KRS-One,
New Age Steppers,
The Raincoats,
Masters at Work,
Bobby Womack,
Pantaleimon,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Vladislav Delay,
Country Teasers,
Lou Christie,
Fatback Band,
Darondo,
Aaron Thompson,
the Fania All-Stars,
Traffic Nightmare,
the Association,
Derrick Morgan,
E-Dancer,
Donald Byrd,
Scott Walker,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sexual Harrassment,
Crispy Ambulance,
Absolute Body Control,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Dennis Brown,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Hoover,
Pussy Galore,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Techniques,
Dark Day,
Essential Logic,
Nils Olav,
Chris Corsano,
Arthur Verocai,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Lou Reed,
Jandek,
Tubeway Army,
Matthew Halsall,
The Slits,
The J.B.'s,
The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels.
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.