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 Equatorial Guinea and from Philadelphia.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Junior Murvin to the jazz 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 Lungfish. All the underground hits.
All Gang Gang Dance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every U.S. Maple 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar 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 güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Robert Wyatt,
Black Sheep,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Flipper,
Minnie Riperton,
Symarip,
Alison Limerick,
The Flesh Eaters,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Bauhaus,
The Selecter,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Bush Tetras,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Johnny Clarke,
Harmonia,
Liliput,
Qualms,
The Walker Brothers,
Letta Mbulu,
The Seeds,
The Smiths,
Hardrive,
Audionom,
John Holt,
Rotary Connection,
Yellowson,
The Evens,
DJ Style,
Tropical Tobacco,
Eric B and Rakim,
Danielle Patucci,
Black Flag,
Franke,
Delta 5,
the Bar-Kays,
OOIOO,
The Gap Band,
Clear Light,
Deepchord,
Moss Icon,
Newcleus,
Chris & Cosey,
Barrington Levy,
The Busters,
Can,
Skaos,
The Doors,
China Crisis,
The Gun Club,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Deadbeat,
Michelle Simonal,
Tom Boy,
Dennis Brown,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Patti Smith,
Public Image Ltd.,
Josef K,
The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins.
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.