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 Guinea-Bissau and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Glasgow.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the snare 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 48th St. Collective to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Derrick Morgan. All the underground hits.
All Joe Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yellowson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe 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 harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magma,
Supertramp,
Johnny Clarke,
Hasil Adkins,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Glenn Branca,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Ken Boothe,
Visage,
Pylon,
Sixth Finger,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Idris Muhammad,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Television,
Moebius,
The Gap Band,
The Blackbyrds,
The Standells,
Flash Fearless,
48th St. Collective,
Eddi Front,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Laurel Aitken,
This Heat,
The Victims,
Brass Construction,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Dirtbombs,
Pagans,
Saccharine Trust,
Marine Girls,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Funkadelic,
Ornette Coleman,
The Cowsills,
The Leaves,
The Human League,
The Five Americans,
Rosa Yemen,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Bobby Sherman,
Sound Behaviour,
The Birthday Party,
The Modern Lovers,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Skaos,
The Smoke,
Infiniti,
The Mummies,
the Fania All-Stars,
Ultravox,
Alice Coltrane,
John Coltrane,
The Zeros,
Oneida,
Echospace,
Brothers Johnson,
Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis.
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.