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 Algeria and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the snare 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 Magazine to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Peanut Butter Conspiracy. All the underground hits.
All Cybotron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Bowie record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fall record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cluster,
Carl Craig,
The Slackers,
Sex Pistols,
Mark Hollis,
The Golliwogs,
the Swans,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Selecter,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sparks,
Slave,
Buzzcocks,
Lungfish,
Ornette Coleman,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
DNA,
The Detroit Cobras,
Minnie Riperton,
The Stooges,
Stiv Bators,
The United States of America,
48th St. Collective,
Fela Kuti,
Nico,
Porter Ricks,
The Techniques,
The Five Americans,
Funky Four + One,
Brothers Johnson,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Von Mondo,
Main Source,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sugar Minott,
The Star Department,
Circle Jerks,
Nirvana,
X-101,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Red Krayola,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
New York Dolls,
Jeff Mills,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Gichy Dan,
Man Eating Sloth,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Avey Tare,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Bang On A Can,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Second Layer,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Seeds,
AZ,
Kool Moe Dee,
Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt.
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.