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 Canada and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the güiro 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 David Axelrod to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Scion. All the underground hits.
All Fluxion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television Personalities 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar 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 spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Smog,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Von Mondo,
Derrick Morgan,
The Dead C,
Barclay James Harvest,
Alison Limerick,
Outsiders,
Yellowson,
Johnny Osbourne,
Visage,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Grass Roots,
The Five Americans,
Saccharine Trust,
the Bar-Kays,
Dead Boys,
Absolute Body Control,
Unwound,
DJ Style,
Ludus,
Darondo,
10cc,
Wire,
This Heat,
Man Eating Sloth,
Jeff Mills,
Silicon Teens,
Animal Collective,
Traffic Nightmare,
Urselle,
Gang Green,
Kerri Chandler,
Camberwell Now,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sonic Youth,
Jimmy McGriff,
Tom Boy,
Colin Newman,
Thompson Twins,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Pussy Galore,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Section 25,
Eve St. Jones,
Junior Murvin,
Warren Ellis,
The Zeros,
Sparks,
Peter and Kerry,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
ABBA,
Technova,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Aural Exciters,
Susan Cadogan,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Birthday Party,
Tim Buckley,
Q and Not U,
B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express.
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.