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 Eritrea and from Houston.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 synthesizer 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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Tears for Fears. All the underground hits.
All The Leaves tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smoke 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ 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 mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Red Krayola,
The Residents,
Sam Rivers,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Kerri Chandler,
Sixth Finger,
Q and Not U,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Godley & Creme,
Clear Light,
E-Dancer,
Eric B and Rakim,
Magazine,
Todd Rundgren,
Man Eating Sloth,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Organ,
Jerry's Kids,
The Pretty Things,
The Tremeloes,
Donny Hathaway,
Spoonie Gee,
Echospace,
Loose Ends,
Moby Grape,
Eric Dolphy,
Quantec,
Harpers Bizarre,
Black Pus,
Cluster,
Unrelated Segments,
Charles Mingus,
Camberwell Now,
Pantytec,
Throbbing Gristle,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Zeros,
Basic Channel,
Monolake,
Crispian St. Peters,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Wire,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Soft Cell,
MDC,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Archie Shepp,
Cheater Slicks,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Technova,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Tears for Fears,
Schoolly D,
John Coltrane,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Malaria!,
Alton Ellis,
Dennis Brown,
Danielle Patucci,
X-102, X-102, X-102, X-102.
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.