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 Nigeria and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Lou Reed 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 Fela Kuti 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 Oppenheimer Analysis. All the underground hits.
All Marc Almond tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harmonia 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord 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 snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
One Last Wish,
The Kinks,
Stetsasonic,
Bill Near,
Outsiders,
Mary Jane Girls,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sight & Sound,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Porter Ricks,
Cluster,
Yazoo,
Bang On A Can,
Mantronix,
The Monks,
Michelle Simonal,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Soul II Soul,
Aaron Thompson,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Cramps,
Pantytec,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Cure,
The Toasters,
Technova,
Visage,
Los Fastidios,
Ronnie Foster,
Maleditus Sound,
Slave,
CMW,
Liliput,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Nico,
Gil Scott Heron,
Joe Smooth,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
DJ Sneak,
Chris Corsano,
The Real Kids,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
China Crisis,
The J.B.'s,
Marine Girls,
a-ha,
48th St. Collective,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sonic Youth,
Khruangbin,
Bush Tetras,
X-101,
The Sound,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Bronski Beat,
Alphaville,
Little Man,
the Sonics,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice.
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.