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 El Salvador and from Glasgow.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Whodini to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Rod Modell. All the underground hits.
All Traffic Nightmare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool G Rap & DJ Polo 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin 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 rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sister Nancy,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Slits,
Newcleus,
Eli Mardock,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Mission of Burma,
Ronan,
Rapeman,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Jacob Miller,
This Heat,
Danielle Patucci,
Brass Construction,
Bill Wells,
Skaos,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Todd Rundgren,
Buzzcocks,
Wings,
H. Thieme,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Fatback Band,
Au Pairs,
The Dave Clark Five,
Ten City,
Crispy Ambulance,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Blues Magoos,
Bad Manners,
the Germs,
Drive Like Jehu,
Ice-T,
The Walker Brothers,
Black Sheep,
Fad Gadget,
Marc Almond,
Sexual Harrassment,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sparks,
Ultra Naté,
Warsaw,
The Busters,
The Offenders,
The Dead C,
Subhumans,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Soul Sonic Force,
Lakeside,
Grey Daturas,
The Human League,
Glenn Branca,
La Düsseldorf,
Das Ding,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Derrick May,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Alarm Clocks,
Pierre Henry,
Sällskapet,
Severed Heads,
Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott.
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.