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 East Timor and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Fugazi to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Cosmic Jokers. All the underground hits.
All Nik Kershaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul Sonic Force record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb 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 harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gregory Isaacs,
The Monks,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Harmonia,
These Immortal Souls,
Deepchord,
Fad Gadget,
Lucky Dragons,
Amazonics,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Fatback Band,
Livin' Joy,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Crispian St. Peters,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Gichy Dan,
Skriet,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Happenings,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Residents,
The Saints,
Ludus,
La Düsseldorf,
Marvin Gaye,
Shoche,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Fugs,
Judy Mowatt,
Silicon Teens,
The Star Department,
The Fire Engines,
Byron Stingily,
Traffic Nightmare,
Lalann,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Real Kids,
AZ,
Audionom,
Kenny Larkin,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Detroit Cobras,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Scientists,
The Vogues,
Grauzone,
The Durutti Column,
The Offenders,
Eric Copeland,
Country Joe & The Fish,
DJ Sneak,
Magma,
Unwound,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sister Nancy,
Jacques Brel,
The Smoke,
John Cale,
The Knickerbockers,
Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp.
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.