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 Rwanda and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Selecter. All the underground hits.
All E-Dancer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Parrish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an oboe 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 an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Cell,
Thompson Twins,
Dorothy Ashby,
Byron Stingily,
Joy Division,
Piero Umiliani,
Funkadelic,
Maleditus Sound,
the Association,
Donny Hathaway,
Au Pairs,
Avey Tare,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Todd Rundgren,
Jeff Lynne,
the Bar-Kays,
Heaven 17,
Vainqueur,
Sällskapet,
Spandau Ballet,
Siglo XX,
Simply Red,
Flipper,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Roy Ayers,
Oblivians,
Neil Young,
Sugar Minott,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bobby Byrd,
X-102,
Organ,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Beau Brummels,
Cameo,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Maurizio,
Bobby Womack,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Durutti Column,
Model 500,
These Immortal Souls,
Aloha Tigers,
Sarah Menescal,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Gang Starr,
Barbara Tucker,
Tom Boy,
Josef K,
The Tremeloes,
Leonard Cohen,
The Raincoats,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Mo-Dettes,
Urselle,
Gastr Del Sol,
Funky Four + One,
Altered Images,
Warsaw,
Zero Boys,
Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants.
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.