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 St Lucia and from Cairo.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe 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 Throbbing Gristle to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Boredoms. All the underground hits.
All Funky Four + One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Patti Smith 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a synthesizer 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 sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare,
Pantytec,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Depeche Mode,
Brand Nubian,
The Walker Brothers,
Nick Fraelich,
Anthony Braxton,
JFA,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sällskapet,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Lindisfarne,
Soft Cell,
La Düsseldorf,
Massinfluence,
Spandau Ballet,
Lightning Bolt,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Terrestrial Tones,
Maurizio,
Mantronix,
Boz Scaggs,
Girls At Our Best!,
the Normal,
Nirvana,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Amon Düül II,
The Fall,
Brothers Johnson,
cv313,
The Remains,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Alton Ellis,
The Cowsills,
Organ,
Lower 48,
Drexciya,
The New Christs,
Aaron Thompson,
Prince Buster,
Crash Course in Science,
Curtis Mayfield,
June Days,
Q and Not U,
Loose Ends,
Kurtis Blow,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Invisible,
Agitation Free,
Eli Mardock,
The Motions,
Kevin Saunderson,
Hashim,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
CMW,
The United States of America,
Echospace,
Model 500,
Harpers Bizarre,
Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur.
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.