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 Venezuela and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the oboe 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 Selector Dub Narcotic to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Crispy Ambulance. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Last Poets record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin 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 oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fire Engines,
Soul Sonic Force,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Janne Schatter,
Nirvana,
David Bowie,
Slave,
Steve Hackett,
Qualms,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Cheater Slicks,
Fluxion,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Fugs,
Blancmange,
Stiv Bators,
Wasted Youth,
Johnny Clarke,
X-Ray Spex,
Charles Mingus,
Letta Mbulu,
Gabor Szabo,
Groovy Waters,
Boz Scaggs,
Eric Dolphy,
The Dave Clark Five,
Khruangbin,
The Five Americans,
June Days,
Dave Gahan,
the Slits,
Marvin Gaye,
Accadde A,
Subhumans,
Marine Girls,
Nico,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Jawbox,
Terry Callier,
Q and Not U,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Scion,
Masters at Work,
Gil Scott Heron,
Roger Hodgson,
the Bar-Kays,
the Human League,
The Misunderstood,
Joey Negro,
Throbbing Gristle,
Aswad,
Easy Going,
K-Klass,
Moss Icon,
The Knickerbockers,
Eli Mardock,
Oneida,
E-Dancer,
New Order,
The Fuzztones,
Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach.
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.