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 Comoros and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Qualms to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Divine Comedy. All the underground hits.
All Man Eating Sloth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Star Department record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes 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 rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rufus Thomas,
The Wake,
Althea and Donna,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Residents,
Sister Nancy,
Silicon Teens,
The Angels of Light,
Kevin Saunderson,
Yellowson,
Nas,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
La Düsseldorf,
Bob Dylan,
Jeff Lynne,
Morten Harket,
8 Eyed Spy,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Soft Machine,
Lungfish,
Bauhaus,
Fatback Band,
The Modern Lovers,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Guru Guru,
Pere Ubu,
Malaria!,
Brass Construction,
Joensuu 1685,
Sixth Finger,
Ten City,
Unwound,
Angry Samoans,
Flash Fearless,
Dennis Brown,
Scrapy,
Sight & Sound,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Susan Cadogan,
Avey Tare,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Dirtbombs,
The Moleskins,
Ultravox,
Fugazi,
Max Romeo,
Joe Finger,
Jacob Miller,
Essential Logic,
Aaron Thompson,
the Slits,
Robert Hood,
Index,
Throbbing Gristle,
Funkadelic,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Flamin' Groovies,
Franke,
Curtis Mayfield,
Newcleus,
Zapp,
Half Japanese,
Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu.
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.