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 Tunisia and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
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 Electric Light Orchestra to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Selector Dub Narcotic. All the underground hits.
All Hot Snakes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every UT 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 a guitar and a synthesizer 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 a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siglo XX,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
June of 44,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Barracudas,
Graham Central Station,
Lebanon Hanover,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Moby Grape,
D'Angelo,
The Happenings,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Janne Schatter,
The Dead C,
Rekid,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Hoover,
Accadde A,
The Cramps,
John Lydon,
Q65,
Juan Atkins,
Scion,
The J.B.'s,
Johnny Clarke,
Brothers Johnson,
X-Ray Spex,
Nik Kershaw,
The Five Americans,
Quantec,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Gang of Four,
Alison Limerick,
Frankie Knuckles,
Au Pairs,
The Toasters,
Boz Scaggs,
Brand Nubian,
Grey Daturas,
The Velvet Underground,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Aural Exciters,
Sight & Sound,
Marshall Jefferson,
ABC,
The Human League,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Marine Girls,
Arab on Radar,
Fad Gadget,
The Leaves,
Lakeside,
David Bowie,
the Normal,
Massinfluence,
Liliput,
Second Layer,
Patti Smith,
Section 25,
Mark Hollis,
Oneida,
Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel.
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.