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 Iceland and from Taipei.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the sitar 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 Crispian St. Peters to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 John Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All Max Romeo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jawbox record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro 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 guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Human League,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Patti Smith,
June Days,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Bobby Womack,
Thee Headcoats,
The Skatalites,
Schoolly D,
Guru Guru,
Moby Grape,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Seeds,
Scion,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Graham Central Station,
Boogie Down Productions,
Lalo Schifrin,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Brass Construction,
The Red Krayola,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Neon Judgement,
David Axelrod,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Soul Sonic Force,
Matthew Halsall,
The Detroit Cobras,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Davy DMX,
The Pretty Things,
Hoover,
Angry Samoans,
Crispian St. Peters,
Eric B and Rakim,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Motorama,
The Remains,
Wasted Youth,
Eric Dolphy,
The Mojo Men,
Lee Hazlewood,
John Coltrane,
Howard Jones,
Flipper,
JFA,
Altered Images,
Robert Hood,
Albert Ayler,
Pagans,
Suburban Knight,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Bush Tetras,
China Crisis,
The Electric Prunes,
The Techniques,
Nick Fraelich,
Symarip,
Bill Near,
The Offenders,
Soul II Soul,
Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour.
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.