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 Papua New Guinea and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the marimba 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 The Gladiators to the jazz 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 Deadbeat. All the underground hits.
All Liaisons Dangereuses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Panda Bear 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar 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 chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Image Ltd.,
The Gladiators,
Jeru the Damaja,
Ornette Coleman,
The Misunderstood,
Bush Tetras,
Wally Richardson,
The Durutti Column,
Loose Ends,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
John Holt,
Bobby Womack,
The Detroit Cobras,
Man Parrish,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Radiopuhelimet,
Liliput,
Deakin,
Motorama,
F. McDonald,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Skatalites,
Cheater Slicks,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Birthday Party,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Busters,
The Walker Brothers,
Desert Stars,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Pretty Things,
New York Dolls,
Make Up,
Lucky Dragons,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Althea and Donna,
Buzzcocks,
Sällskapet,
Dead Boys,
Brass Construction,
The Beau Brummels,
Soul II Soul,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Marvin Gaye,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
JFA,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Yazoo,
Eddi Front,
Rod Modell,
Eden Ahbez,
Bizarre Inc.,
Surgeon,
Hasil Adkins,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Ossler,
The Martian,
The Star Department,
Kayak,
Faust,
Crime,
Mandrill,
Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron.
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.