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 Armenia and from Seoul.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Fania All-Stars to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Agitation Free. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young & Crazy Horse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every CMW record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator 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 spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 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?
Sugar Minott,
Cecil Taylor,
Radiohead,
The Cramps,
Young Marble Giants,
Swans,
Carl Craig,
Judy Mowatt,
Amon Düül II,
T. Rex,
The Doors,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Jandek,
Eric B and Rakim,
Underground Resistance,
Goldenarms,
Yellowson,
Joyce Sims,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Smiths,
Man Eating Sloth,
Panda Bear,
Ituana,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Juan Atkins,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
One Last Wish,
Max Romeo,
Pantaleimon,
Mary Jane Girls,
Blake Baxter,
Funkadelic,
T.S.O.L.,
John Coltrane,
Bluetip,
Eve St. Jones,
The Misunderstood,
Flipper,
the Fania All-Stars,
Scion,
Harry Pussy,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sam Rivers,
Aaron Thompson,
Bronski Beat,
Soul II Soul,
Eurythmics,
Alison Limerick,
Malaria!,
Laurel Aitken,
The Tremeloes,
Chris Corsano,
Can,
The Motions,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Duran Duran,
Robert Görl,
Siglo XX,
Thompson Twins,
Marmalade,
Das Ding,
La Düsseldorf,
Japan, Japan, Japan, Japan.
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.