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 Latvia and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 David McCallum to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Real Kids. All the underground hits.
All Hardrive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Technova 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe 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 spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T.S.O.L.,
The Move,
Roxette,
Sam Rivers,
Oblivians,
Skriet,
Black Sheep,
Arab on Radar,
Nico,
Television,
Pantytec,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Vladislav Delay,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Joe Smooth,
Au Pairs,
the Association,
Kool Moe Dee,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Real Kids,
the Fania All-Stars,
Crime,
Ultimate Spinach,
Simply Red,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Motions,
Mark Hollis,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Remains,
Davy DMX,
Fatback Band,
Derrick Morgan,
Loose Ends,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sonny Sharrock,
Gang Gang Dance,
Ponytail,
Skarface,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Terry Callier,
New York Dolls,
Bill Wells,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Isaac Hayes,
Massinfluence,
Connie Case,
Ten City,
Lou Christie,
Minor Threat,
Barclay James Harvest,
Parry Music,
Joensuu 1685,
Mars,
The Detroit Cobras,
Brand Nubian,
The Shadows of Knight,
Yusef Lateef,
Can,
Zapp,
Jimmy McGriff,
Rotary Connection,
Aural Exciters,
Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon.
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.