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 Niger and from Salvador.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Offenders to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 the Normal. All the underground hits.
All The Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Finger 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes 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 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?
Fugazi,
The Kinks,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
KRS-One,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Marine Girls,
Cymande,
Glambeats Corp.,
Section 25,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
PIL,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Evens,
Amazonics,
Marshall Jefferson,
Robert Hood,
Angry Samoans,
OOIOO,
the Normal,
Bob Dylan,
Spoonie Gee,
Blossom Toes,
Ultravox,
Scrapy,
Fluxion,
Accadde A,
Monks,
Kaleidoscope,
Cecil Taylor,
Fad Gadget,
Harmonia,
Lou Reed,
R.M.O.,
Stockholm Monsters,
Matthew Halsall,
Big Daddy Kane,
Pet Shop Boys,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Lindisfarne,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Soul II Soul,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Shoche,
The Tremeloes,
Camberwell Now,
The Seeds,
Nils Olav,
Ludus,
The Happenings,
Faraquet,
Minny Pops,
Joey Negro,
Todd Rundgren,
Sam Rivers,
The American Breed,
U.S. Maple,
Howard Jones,
Prince Buster,
Newcleus,
Chris Corsano,
Oblivians,
T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex.
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.