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 Spain and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Sao Paulo.
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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare 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 Colin Newman to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Johnny Clarke. All the underground hits.
All The Skatalites tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dorothy Ashby record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba 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 marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gladiators,
Tim Buckley,
Matthew Halsall,
Royal Trux,
Al Stewart,
The Moleskins,
Minutemen,
Rosa Yemen,
Suicide,
The Barracudas,
Newcleus,
Accadde A,
The Wake,
Gastr Del Sol,
New Age Steppers,
Stiv Bators,
Sam Rivers,
Pagans,
Skaos,
Vainqueur,
Hasil Adkins,
Skriet,
The Monochrome Set,
H. Thieme,
John Cale,
U.S. Maple,
Carl Craig,
Glenn Branca,
Henry Cow,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Electric Prunes,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Eli Mardock,
Jimmy McGriff,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Au Pairs,
Crispy Ambulance,
Freddie Wadling,
Juan Atkins,
T.S.O.L.,
Black Moon,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Chris & Cosey,
Scratch Acid,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Easy Going,
Eric Dolphy,
The Fall,
Matthew Bourne,
Lucky Dragons,
Gong,
The J.B.'s,
T. Rex,
Alphaville,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Beau Brummels,
Von Mondo,
Stereo Dub,
Sugar Minott,
R.M.O.,
Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger.
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.