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 Eritrea and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Malaria! to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Unwound. All the underground hits.
All Rosa Yemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Laurel Aitken record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an organ and a linndrum 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 oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amazonics,
Negative Approach,
The Evens,
Gang Gang Dance,
Pet Shop Boys,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Chris Corsano,
Eric B and Rakim,
David Axelrod,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Pere Ubu,
Donny Hathaway,
Dennis Brown,
Piero Umiliani,
Darondo,
The Modern Lovers,
Youth Brigade,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Tres Demented,
Marcia Griffiths,
The United States of America,
Sam Rivers,
Public Enemy,
Pylon,
Zapp,
Grandmaster Flash,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Grey Daturas,
New Order,
The Pretty Things,
X-101,
Fugazi,
Kayak,
Agent Orange,
Wally Richardson,
Das Ding,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Gil Scott Heron,
Funkadelic,
Quando Quango,
Hardrive,
Nik Kershaw,
Moebius,
Big Daddy Kane,
Gregory Isaacs,
Smog,
Pantytec,
Tim Buckley,
Scan 7,
Main Source,
cv313,
ABBA,
Letta Mbulu,
Au Pairs,
Kevin Saunderson,
a-ha,
Desert Stars,
The Trojans,
Faraquet,
Fluxion,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sun Ra,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Inner City, Inner City, Inner City, Inner City.
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.