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 Azerbaijan and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 clarinet 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 Godley & Creme to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Anthony Braxton. All the underground hits.
All Skarface tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Albert Ayler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet 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 snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Star Department,
Archie Shepp,
Cymande,
Boredoms,
Spandau Ballet,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Todd Rundgren,
The Misunderstood,
Suicide,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Spoonie Gee,
Dark Day,
Altered Images,
Glambeats Corp.,
Gichy Dan,
Q and Not U,
DNA,
The Walker Brothers,
The Wake,
T.S.O.L.,
Mary Jane Girls,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Nation of Ulysses,
Stetsasonic,
Panda Bear,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Minutemen,
The Black Dice,
Quadrant,
Chrome,
Guru Guru,
Lightning Bolt,
Arthur Verocai,
Silicon Teens,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sixth Finger,
Alice Coltrane,
Suburban Knight,
Qualms,
Television,
John Lydon,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Fad Gadget,
The Offenders,
Mandrill,
Johnny Osbourne,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Barry Ungar,
World's Most,
The Buckinghams,
Bob Dylan,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
the Soft Cell,
Pylon,
Au Pairs,
Duran Duran,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
X-102,
Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape.
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.