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 Tehran.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Beasts of Bourbon to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Anakelly. All the underground hits.
All The Jesus and Mary Chain tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dennis Brown 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro 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 chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flamin' Groovies,
Depeche Mode,
A Certain Ratio,
Henry Cow,
The Barracudas,
DJ Sneak,
Dead Boys,
CMW,
Wolf Eyes,
Patti Smith,
Prince Buster,
Terrestrial Tones,
Bobby Womack,
Trumans Water,
Basic Channel,
Tears for Fears,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
48th St. Collective,
Derrick May,
Alison Limerick,
The Birthday Party,
Robert Görl,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Red Krayola,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Half Japanese,
Essential Logic,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Niagra,
Anthony Braxton,
Gichy Dan,
Adolescents,
Silicon Teens,
Brand Nubian,
Suburban Knight,
Rekid,
Lindisfarne,
Hashim,
Harpers Bizarre,
Gang Green,
Lungfish,
UT,
Aloha Tigers,
Royal Trux,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Toasters,
Scratch Acid,
The Litter,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Clear Light,
Gil Scott Heron,
June Days,
Technova,
This Heat,
Marc Almond,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Subhumans,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Deadbeat,
the Normal,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets.
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.