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 Jordan and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the theremin 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 Raincoats to the funk 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 Swans. All the underground hits.
All Rekid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aural Exciters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 chamberlin and a clarinet 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 guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aaron Thompson,
Moss Icon,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Idris Muhammad,
Young Marble Giants,
T.S.O.L.,
The Seeds,
Circle Jerks,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Rufus Thomas,
Make Up,
Crash Course in Science,
The Raincoats,
Amazonics,
Smog,
KRS-One,
Nik Kershaw,
Dual Sessions,
Monks,
Lindisfarne,
The Stooges,
Lucky Dragons,
Hot Snakes,
These Immortal Souls,
The Searchers,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Lou Reed,
Lungfish,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Jesper Dahlback,
Harry Pussy,
John Holt,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Marshall Jefferson,
the Sonics,
John Foxx,
Alton Ellis,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
June of 44,
Anakelly,
Laurel Aitken,
K-Klass,
Eden Ahbez,
Alphaville,
Ohio Players,
Rekid,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Rod Modell,
Blake Baxter,
Eddi Front,
The Monochrome Set,
The Dave Clark Five,
Kaleidoscope,
The Motions,
Dorothy Ashby,
Glambeats Corp.,
Judy Mowatt,
Gang of Four,
OOIOO,
Technova,
Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen.
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.