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 Australia and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the sitar 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 Royal Trux to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Cramps. All the underground hits.
All Sonic Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liaisons Dangereuses 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba 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 mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gichy Dan,
cv313,
The Saints,
The Moleskins,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Stooges,
Flash Fearless,
Fluxion,
Q and Not U,
Grey Daturas,
The Five Americans,
The Techniques,
Darondo,
Bang On A Can,
The Martian,
Tubeway Army,
Talk Talk,
Essential Logic,
Unwound,
The Birthday Party,
The Divine Comedy,
Isaac Hayes,
Anthony Braxton,
Flipper,
Absolute Body Control,
Michelle Simonal,
KRS-One,
Piero Umiliani,
Eric Dolphy,
Derrick Morgan,
Popol Vuh,
Young Marble Giants,
The Busters,
Prince Buster,
Trumans Water,
Neil Young,
the Bar-Kays,
Juan Atkins,
Heaven 17,
June of 44,
Freddie Wadling,
Jandek,
EPMD,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Malaria!,
Television Personalities,
Spoonie Gee,
Sexual Harrassment,
F. McDonald,
Jacob Miller,
The Red Krayola,
New Age Steppers,
The Flesh Eaters,
U.S. Maple,
The Last Poets,
Supertramp,
The Dirtbombs,
Minor Threat,
Mandrill,
Suicide,
The United States of America,
Oneida, Oneida, Oneida, Oneida.
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.