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 Dominican Republic and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 harpsichord 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 Buzzcocks to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Tim Buckley. All the underground hits.
All Qualms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Curtis Mayfield record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb 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 arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Tremeloes,
The Slackers,
Gang of Four,
Rekid,
Bobby Hutcherson,
FM Einheit,
Organ,
the Soft Cell,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Negative Approach,
The Modern Lovers,
Mary Jane Girls,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Todd Terry,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Delta 5,
Hot Snakes,
Chrome,
Lightning Bolt,
Sarah Menescal,
Sonic Youth,
Hashim,
Skarface,
Anthony Braxton,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Howard Jones,
Eric Dolphy,
Marmalade,
Babytalk,
Godley & Creme,
Arcadia,
The Divine Comedy,
Mad Mike,
Zero Boys,
Jerry's Kids,
Q and Not U,
The Barracudas,
The Flesh Eaters,
Von Mondo,
Pulsallama,
Throbbing Gristle,
Boz Scaggs,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Drive Like Jehu,
Qualms,
The Victims,
Andrew Hill,
The Neon Judgement,
Minny Pops,
Rotary Connection,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Standells,
Erykah Badu,
Peter & Gordon,
Lebanon Hanover,
Soulsonic Force,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Zeros,
Tommy Roe,
Radio Birdman,
Agent Orange,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma.
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.