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 Turkey and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Iggy Pop to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 LL Cool J. All the underground hits.
All Royal Trux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron 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 arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mojo Men,
The Birthday Party,
Fela Kuti,
Chris Corsano,
Magma,
The Dead C,
Electric Prunes,
Sixth Finger,
Warren Ellis,
Agent Orange,
The Monochrome Set,
The Velvet Underground,
DNA,
Camberwell Now,
Todd Terry,
David Bowie,
Los Fastidios,
James White and The Blacks,
The Residents,
Joey Negro,
Crispian St. Peters,
Blossom Toes,
Supertramp,
Cymande,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Rosa Yemen,
Warsaw,
ABC,
Moby Grape,
Marvin Gaye,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Move,
Negative Approach,
Charles Mingus,
Lou Christie,
John Coltrane,
DJ Style,
F. McDonald,
Oblivians,
Crash Course in Science,
Toni Rubio,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Jacques Brel,
Minor Threat,
Scan 7,
Cybotron,
Kaleidoscope,
Mad Mike,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Aural Exciters,
Goldenarms,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Moleskins,
Jeff Mills,
Wire,
8 Eyed Spy,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Glambeats Corp.,
the Human League,
Dark Day,
Gang of Four,
Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free.
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.