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 Cape Verde and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Fatback Band to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Trumans Water. All the underground hits.
All The Cure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fugazi 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 chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scratch Acid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Motorama,
Bobby Womack,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
DJ Sneak,
Rod Modell,
Niagra,
The Angels of Light,
Robert Hood,
Boogie Down Productions,
La Düsseldorf,
Lee Hazlewood,
Groovy Waters,
Dual Sessions,
Matthew Halsall,
Amon Düül II,
Pole,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Fear,
Von Mondo,
Sandy B,
Circle Jerks,
Peter & Gordon,
Carl Craig,
Cameo,
The American Breed,
The Alarm Clocks,
Organ,
The Zeros,
Barry Ungar,
The Human League,
The Dead C,
Reagan Youth,
Scan 7,
Don Cherry,
kango's stein massive,
The Neon Judgement,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Blackbyrds,
Flash Fearless,
Drexciya,
Stereo Dub,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Trojans,
Funkadelic,
Inner City,
Minny Pops,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Joey Negro,
Soulsonic Force,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Tropical Tobacco,
Idris Muhammad,
John Lydon,
The Remains,
Mad Mike,
Zero Boys,
Schoolly D,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Derrick May,
Jacob Miller,
Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance.
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.