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 Kosovo and from Tehran.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 linndrum 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 Sex Pistols to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Chocolate Watch Band. All the underground hits.
All Moss Icon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ralphi Rosario record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum 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 organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Rundgren,
Lalann,
The Fuzztones,
Dennis Brown,
Lightning Bolt,
Zapp,
Desert Stars,
Thompson Twins,
Rufus Thomas,
Sixth Finger,
Kenny Larkin,
Mission of Burma,
Throbbing Gristle,
Young Marble Giants,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Rapeman,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Graham Central Station,
Mad Mike,
Country Teasers,
Dark Day,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Fat Boys,
the Bar-Kays,
John Cale,
Fatback Band,
Anthony Braxton,
Icehouse,
Main Source,
Idris Muhammad,
Guru Guru,
Procol Harum,
Ornette Coleman,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Dual Sessions,
Depeche Mode,
ABBA,
Jacques Brel,
Q and Not U,
John Holt,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sparks,
Matthew Bourne,
H. Thieme,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Popol Vuh,
Niagra,
Livin' Joy,
Vladislav Delay,
Pharoah Sanders,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Morten Harket,
Agitation Free,
Tomorrow,
Max Romeo,
Oneida,
Marcia Griffiths,
Traffic Nightmare,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks.
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.