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 Marshall Islands and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Ossler to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Procol Harum. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Hill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultravox record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron 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 guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eddi Front,
Sister Nancy,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Knickerbockers,
Eve St. Jones,
Scott Walker,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sällskapet,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Soulsonic Force,
Pantaleimon,
Essential Logic,
Robert Wyatt,
Aswad,
U.S. Maple,
The Alarm Clocks,
Freddie Wadling,
Amazonics,
Index,
Pole,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Fall,
Prince Buster,
Pulsallama,
Underground Resistance,
T. Rex,
Circle Jerks,
DJ Sneak,
Rufus Thomas,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sixth Finger,
The Angels of Light,
The Count Five,
Schoolly D,
Buzzcocks,
Jacques Brel,
Kerri Chandler,
Royal Trux,
Black Flag,
Eden Ahbez,
The Sonics,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Chrome,
Model 500,
Sex Pistols,
New York Dolls,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
T.S.O.L.,
Surgeon,
Chris & Cosey,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Ohio Players,
ABBA,
Infiniti,
Kaleidoscope,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Vogues,
The Techniques,
Porter Ricks,
Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye.
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.