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 United States and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Ponytail to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Guru Guru. All the underground hits.
All Sandy B tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Offenders 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro 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 mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Qualms,
the Swans,
The Misunderstood,
The Residents,
Harmonia,
Magma,
Porter Ricks,
Dorothy Ashby,
Saccharine Trust,
Bootsy Collins,
Flipper,
Camouflage,
Newcleus,
The Trojans,
B.T. Express,
Donny Hathaway,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Slackers,
Quadrant,
E-Dancer,
Aswad,
Ohio Players,
Smog,
Harry Pussy,
Buzzcocks,
Pet Shop Boys,
Fear,
The Red Krayola,
Subhumans,
The Real Kids,
Liliput,
Roxette,
Stereo Dub,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Fat Boys,
Henry Cow,
Minny Pops,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Ronan,
Malaria!,
Sugar Minott,
Mr. Review,
Rhythm & Sound,
Q65,
Scott Walker,
These Immortal Souls,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Cybotron,
Donald Byrd,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
China Crisis,
Whodini,
Idris Muhammad,
Chris & Cosey,
Faraquet,
Amon Düül,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Darondo,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Japan,
Cecil Taylor,
The Leaves,
Reuben Wilson,
June Days, June Days, June Days, June Days.
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.