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 Tanzania and from Spokane.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Donald Fagen 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 Harry Pussy to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Sandy B. All the underground hits.
All Fear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flipper record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fifty Foot Hose record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Age Steppers,
the Sonics,
Soft Machine,
Eric B and Rakim,
Fugazi,
Gichy Dan,
Kenny Larkin,
Barry Ungar,
Zero Boys,
Grandmaster Flash,
Technova,
Alton Ellis,
Joe Smooth,
MDC,
The Gories,
The Misunderstood,
Albert Ayler,
China Crisis,
Kurtis Blow,
Swans,
Severed Heads,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Vogues,
Excepter,
The Shadows of Knight,
Bootsy Collins,
The American Breed,
Flash Fearless,
Crime,
The Leaves,
Make Up,
Jesper Dahlback,
Idris Muhammad,
Gerry Rafferty,
Warsaw,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Malaria!,
John Coltrane,
Radiopuhelimet,
Royal Trux,
Eurythmics,
Johnny Clarke,
Dorothy Ashby,
Alison Limerick,
Eric Dolphy,
The Fire Engines,
Big Daddy Kane,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sister Nancy,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sarah Menescal,
The Doors,
Animal Collective,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Black Flag,
Derrick May,
Crispian St. Peters,
Flipper,
Sly & The Family Stone,
A Certain Ratio,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet.
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.