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 Gambia and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 Taipei and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 James White and The Blacks to the rock 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 The Monochrome Set. All the underground hits.
All Rapeman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zapp 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro 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 rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
CMW,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Fall,
Sister Nancy,
A Certain Ratio,
The Barracudas,
Cymande,
Soulsonic Force,
Gil Scott Heron,
Delta 5,
Siglo XX,
Outsiders,
Aural Exciters,
Black Moon,
Todd Rundgren,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Remains,
Magazine,
The Selecter,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Henry Cow,
F. McDonald,
The Victims,
The Techniques,
Buzzcocks,
Warsaw,
Mr. Review,
Wings,
Pierre Henry,
Rotary Connection,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Accadde A,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Reagan Youth,
Eddi Front,
Pantytec,
The Pop Group,
Oneida,
Bizarre Inc.,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Pole,
ABC,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Stooges,
Glenn Branca,
The Smiths,
Wire,
Franke,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Dave Clark Five,
Q65,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Lower 48,
Sam Rivers,
Joyce Sims,
L. Decosne,
Barry Ungar,
Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat.
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.