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 Moldova and from Portland.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the güiro 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 The Gap Band to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All Scrapy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rites of Spring 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer 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 sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Victims,
Urselle,
K-Klass,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Amon Düül II,
10cc,
Youth Brigade,
The Cowsills,
Con Funk Shun,
the Slits,
Grey Daturas,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
8 Eyed Spy,
Pussy Galore,
Negative Approach,
Piero Umiliani,
June Days,
Black Moon,
Basic Channel,
Alison Limerick,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Doors,
Matthew Halsall,
Echospace,
Qualms,
Oneida,
the Normal,
The Moleskins,
Cluster,
Sonic Youth,
Swell Maps,
Average White Band,
The Skatalites,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Last Poets,
Amon Düül,
World's Most,
Ten City,
Ponytail,
The Trojans,
Minny Pops,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Byron Stingily,
Black Bananas,
Tim Buckley,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Wings,
Freddie Wadling,
Bauhaus,
Quantec,
Moby Grape,
Bootsy Collins,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
X-101,
Janne Schatter,
Motorama,
Colin Newman,
Vainqueur,
Index,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Funky Four + One,
Lungfish,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls.
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.