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 Zimbabwe and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Ten City to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Patti Smith. All the underground hits.
All Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every D'Angelo 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar 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 güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lakeside,
Bobby Womack,
David Bowie,
Pharoah Sanders,
Funky Four + One,
Amon Düül II,
Khruangbin,
Model 500,
Stockholm Monsters,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Leonard Cohen,
Max Romeo,
Bluetip,
Moebius,
The Litter,
Ultimate Spinach,
Piero Umiliani,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Avey Tare,
James White and The Blacks,
Stetsasonic,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Seeds,
Tim Buckley,
The Wake,
Spoonie Gee,
Guru Guru,
Eli Mardock,
Sunsets and Hearts,
JFA,
Silicon Teens,
The Kinks,
Eric B and Rakim,
Tomorrow,
Organ,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Alphaville,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Mary Jane Girls,
Lou Christie,
Depeche Mode,
the Human League,
Mission of Burma,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Bob Dylan,
Q and Not U,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Crooked Eye,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Donald Byrd,
Eddi Front,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Archie Shepp,
Magma,
Drexciya,
Freddie Wadling,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan.
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.