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 Colombia and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Halifax.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Pylon to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Detroit Cobras. All the underground hits.
All Nick Fraelich tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobbi Humphrey record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord 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 snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pretty Things,
Eli Mardock,
Josef K,
The Red Krayola,
Throbbing Gristle,
Public Enemy,
Arthur Verocai,
Can,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Pulsallama,
Guru Guru,
Model 500,
June of 44,
Nirvana,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Dave Clark Five,
Saccharine Trust,
Prince Buster,
The Associates,
Monks,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Drive Like Jehu,
E-Dancer,
Angry Samoans,
the Swans,
Cal Tjader,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Visage,
Laurel Aitken,
One Last Wish,
Wolf Eyes,
Moss Icon,
Shoche,
The Sound,
Vladislav Delay,
The Barracudas,
Von Mondo,
Blossom Toes,
Bobby Sherman,
The Music Machine,
Vainqueur,
Sight & Sound,
Dark Day,
PIL,
Ituana,
Tomorrow,
Dennis Brown,
Bobby Womack,
Curtis Mayfield,
Cameo,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Kurtis Blow,
Ohio Players,
The American Breed,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Nas,
D'Angelo,
Lightning Bolt,
John Lydon,
Zapp,
Tom Boy,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk.
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.