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 Kosovo and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Halifax.
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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the güiro 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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Idris Muhammad. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy Collins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lafayette Afro Rock Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb 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 synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
PIL,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Surgeon,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Oblivians,
Erykah Badu,
Black Flag,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Pretty Things,
Heaven 17,
Eric B and Rakim,
Yellowson,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Ultravox,
Dual Sessions,
Scientists,
Animal Collective,
The Monochrome Set,
Lou Reed,
Jeff Mills,
the Association,
Wings,
Monolake,
Sight & Sound,
Ice-T,
Faraquet,
Royal Trux,
Marcia Griffiths,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Los Fastidios,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Harpers Bizarre,
Rosa Yemen,
Althea and Donna,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sound Behaviour,
Audionom,
The Raincoats,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Angry Samoans,
Bad Manners,
Curtis Mayfield,
Frankie Knuckles,
John Coltrane,
Gang Starr,
Swans,
David Bowie,
The Vogues,
The Zeros,
DNA,
Skriet,
Gabor Szabo,
The Martian,
Joyce Sims,
Crispian St. Peters,
Masters at Work,
Magma,
Agent Orange,
Jacob Miller,
The Dead C,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Man Eating Sloth,
Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red.
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.