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 Poland and from Accra.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Gang of Four to the electroclash 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 Jesper Dahlbäck. All the underground hits.
All Wire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harry Pussy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Iggy Pop,
DJ Style,
David McCallum,
Surgeon,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Juan Atkins,
Crispy Ambulance,
Stereo Dub,
Kaleidoscope,
Godley & Creme,
The Residents,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The United States of America,
Quadrant,
the Normal,
Junior Murvin,
Arthur Verocai,
48th St. Collective,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Mission of Burma,
Todd Rundgren,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Y Pants,
New Age Steppers,
Donny Hathaway,
Hot Snakes,
Yazoo,
Scratch Acid,
Barry Ungar,
Loose Ends,
X-101,
Zapp,
Moss Icon,
T.S.O.L.,
The Cure,
Black Moon,
The Monochrome Set,
Funkadelic,
Throbbing Gristle,
Bluetip,
Cheater Slicks,
Bob Dylan,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Chris Corsano,
Darondo,
Liliput,
Kayak,
World's Most,
The Stooges,
Lower 48,
Khruangbin,
Josef K,
The Moody Blues,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Blackbyrds,
Boz Scaggs,
Aswad,
Half Japanese,
Little Man,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud.
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.