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 Qatar and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 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 Drexciya to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Donald Byrd. All the underground hits.
All Eve St. Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alton Ellis 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar 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 rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aloha Tigers,
Oneida,
Lalann,
Ludus,
Blancmange,
Kevin Saunderson,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Sound,
Bush Tetras,
the Human League,
Hot Snakes,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Drive Like Jehu,
U.S. Maple,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
David Bowie,
Pylon,
the Normal,
Prince Buster,
Rotary Connection,
The Leaves,
Popol Vuh,
Boredoms,
Clear Light,
Metal Thangz,
Monolake,
Junior Murvin,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Skaos,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Black Dice,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Evens,
Neu!,
Derrick May,
Little Man,
Lebanon Hanover,
Tom Boy,
Severed Heads,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Five Americans,
Shuggie Otis,
Kaleidoscope,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Can,
Spandau Ballet,
Aaron Thompson,
Rekid,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Yazoo,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Siglo XX,
Symarip,
Fear,
Hoover,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Flipper,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
LL Cool J,
Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia.
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.