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 Uzbekistan and from Spokane.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 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 Cecil Taylor to the rap 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 Ten City. All the underground hits.
All Sam Rivers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu 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 an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hoover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drive Like Jehu,
Crooked Eye,
Icehouse,
Pierre Henry,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sexual Harrassment,
Joe Smooth,
Bootsy Collins,
Ronnie Foster,
The Cure,
The Trojans,
Graham Central Station,
Tropical Tobacco,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Todd Rundgren,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Warren Ellis,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Ken Boothe,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Fire Engines,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Doors,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Stetsasonic,
Von Mondo,
The Birthday Party,
Gichy Dan,
Hot Snakes,
Technova,
Archie Shepp,
Mars,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Guru Guru,
Black Sheep,
Nas,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Barry Ungar,
Harry Pussy,
the Germs,
Moebius,
Yaz,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Pagans,
Al Stewart,
The Flesh Eaters,
the Soft Cell,
Urselle,
Pylon,
Ice-T,
The Invisible,
B.T. Express,
Funkadelic,
The Durutti Column,
T.S.O.L.,
The Modern Lovers,
The Toasters,
the Slits,
the Swans, the Swans, the Swans, the Swans.
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.