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 Namibia and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Johannesburg.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Jeru the Damaja to the techno 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 Albert Ayler. All the underground hits.
All James White and The Blacks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boogie Down Productions 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro 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 linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wolf Eyes,
A Certain Ratio,
Chrome,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Barracudas,
The Shadows of Knight,
T.S.O.L.,
Mark Hollis,
Cybotron,
Arab on Radar,
The Modern Lovers,
The Slits,
Brass Construction,
Motorama,
Agitation Free,
Wally Richardson,
Crash Course in Science,
Delon & Dalcan,
EPMD,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Rosa Yemen,
Ronan,
Black Flag,
Skarface,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Kevin Saunderson,
Ultimate Spinach,
Unrelated Segments,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Groovy Waters,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Blake Baxter,
Pole,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Sound,
DJ Sneak,
Technova,
Josef K,
Zapp,
Joe Smooth,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sexual Harrassment,
Rufus Thomas,
Bizarre Inc.,
Freddie Wadling,
Thee Headcoats,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Ohio Players,
The Blackbyrds,
Lou Christie,
Laurel Aitken,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Spoonie Gee,
Animal Collective,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Amon Düül II,
Brand Nubian,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Nick Fraelich,
Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis.
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.