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 Jordan and from Lille.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Calgary.
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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Scan 7 to the rap 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 Lebanon Hanover. All the underground hits.
All Soulsonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fort Wilson Riot record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb 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 theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Simply Red,
Panda Bear,
The Cramps,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Cure,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Thompson Twins,
Urselle,
Derrick Morgan,
X-Ray Spex,
Magma,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Black Dice,
Los Fastidios,
The Star Department,
The Searchers,
Cameo,
Minnie Riperton,
The Moody Blues,
The Associates,
Sam Rivers,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
OOIOO,
Wally Richardson,
Sällskapet,
Wasted Youth,
Archie Shepp,
Amon Düül II,
Interpol,
Hardrive,
Stockholm Monsters,
Vainqueur,
Agitation Free,
Con Funk Shun,
Talk Talk,
Negative Approach,
Fluxion,
Marine Girls,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Drexciya,
Television,
Chris & Cosey,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Soft Cell,
Lightning Bolt,
Susan Cadogan,
Bobby Womack,
Pet Shop Boys,
Yusef Lateef,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Moss Icon,
One Last Wish,
The Knickerbockers,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Todd Rundgren,
Deakin,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Remains,
The Litter, The Litter, The Litter, The Litter.
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.