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 Lesotho and from Jakarta.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 The Busters to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Slick Rick. All the underground hits.
All Wasted Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Image Ltd. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jandek record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crooked Eye,
The Litter,
Shuggie Otis,
Donald Byrd,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
David McCallum,
Panda Bear,
The Count Five,
Albert Ayler,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
New York Dolls,
Cheater Slicks,
Barclay James Harvest,
Laurel Aitken,
MC5,
Cymande,
Section 25,
Terry Callier,
Soft Cell,
Peter & Gordon,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Remains,
Alphaville,
Tropical Tobacco,
Fatback Band,
Iggy Pop,
China Crisis,
Crispy Ambulance,
Alison Limerick,
Graham Central Station,
the Human League,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sound Behaviour,
Soul II Soul,
The Mummies,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Gladiators,
Tomorrow,
Michelle Simonal,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Derrick Morgan,
Sun Ra,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Minny Pops,
The Fortunes,
Von Mondo,
Cecil Taylor,
Rapeman,
Franke,
Depeche Mode,
The New Christs,
Bobby Byrd,
Archie Shepp,
Joe Smooth,
Negative Approach,
Warren Ellis,
the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics.
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.