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 Papua New Guinea and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))) to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago. All the underground hits.
All Gary Puckett & The Union Gap tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fugs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare 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 synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Index,
The Durutti Column,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
JFA,
the Slits,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Brothers Johnson,
Aswad,
Robert Görl,
Little Man,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Newcleus,
Todd Rundgren,
Nick Fraelich,
Fad Gadget,
Altered Images,
Basic Channel,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Derrick Morgan,
Jimmy McGriff,
Hasil Adkins,
Magazine,
The Buckinghams,
The Saints,
Kerri Chandler,
The Blackbyrds,
Gang of Four,
Sixth Finger,
The Doors,
Soul Sonic Force,
Fatback Band,
Maurizio,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Donald Byrd,
Cymande,
Rosa Yemen,
the Human League,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Wake,
Fluxion,
Half Japanese,
Urselle,
The Slackers,
Second Layer,
Y Pants,
Lakeside,
Easy Going,
Spoonie Gee,
Eli Mardock,
Technova,
Faust,
Surgeon,
Lalann,
Todd Terry,
Von Mondo,
Ten City,
Johnny Osbourne,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Mission of Burma,
Alice Coltrane,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Joe Finger,
Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes.
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.