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 Mali and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Seoul.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 The Neon Judgement to the rock 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 The Trojans. All the underground hits.
All Brand Nubian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar 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 harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharoah Sanders,
Rakim,
Tubeway Army,
the Soft Cell,
Alphaville,
The Searchers,
Pole,
Massinfluence,
Don Cherry,
The Gladiators,
Ice-T,
Ultimate Spinach,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Selecter,
David Bowie,
Roxy Music,
Be Bop Deluxe,
the Human League,
Skarface,
Porter Ricks,
Bizarre Inc.,
Monolake,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Metal Thangz,
The Last Poets,
Iggy Pop,
H. Thieme,
New Age Steppers,
Bush Tetras,
T.S.O.L.,
The Mojo Men,
Mad Mike,
Duran Duran,
Gang Gang Dance,
Ten City,
Toni Rubio,
The Names,
The Real Kids,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Motions,
Jerry's Kids,
the Bar-Kays,
Gong,
Rufus Thomas,
Rapeman,
Soulsonic Force,
The Velvet Underground,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Hardrive,
Ornette Coleman,
Michelle Simonal,
Sound Behaviour,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Eric Copeland,
Janne Schatter,
Todd Terry,
The Count Five,
Bob Dylan,
The Cramps,
The Stooges,
Idris Muhammad,
Pagans,
The Dirtbombs,
Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock.
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.