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 Russia and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Kurtis Blow to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Minor Threat. All the underground hits.
All Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David McCallum record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin 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 a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hardrive,
Negative Approach,
Oneida,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Chris & Cosey,
Gang Starr,
Steve Hackett,
Gichy Dan,
Fear,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Lightning Bolt,
Banda Bassotti,
Eddi Front,
The Monks,
Niagra,
Dorothy Ashby,
Ten City,
Blancmange,
Dual Sessions,
Bobby Sherman,
New Age Steppers,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Das Ding,
Y Pants,
Radiohead,
Black Bananas,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Last Poets,
Amon Düül,
Donald Byrd,
Ronnie Foster,
10cc,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Brass Construction,
Arthur Verocai,
Soulsonic Force,
Grey Daturas,
Reagan Youth,
The Victims,
The Stooges,
Funkadelic,
Boogie Down Productions,
John Cale,
Flash Fearless,
PIL,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Neil Young,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Joey Negro,
X-102,
Peter and Kerry,
The Toasters,
Young Marble Giants,
John Coltrane,
Bauhaus,
Sex Pistols,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
the Bar-Kays,
Wings, Wings, Wings, Wings.
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.