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 Mongolia and from Accra.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Sao Paulo.
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 mellotron 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 Basic Channel to the disco 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 Livin' Joy. All the underground hits.
All Richard Hell and the Voidoids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Janne Schatter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare 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 oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Chrome,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
John Foxx,
Sun City Girls,
Avey Tare,
Echospace,
Con Funk Shun,
Jeru the Damaja,
Youth Brigade,
Procol Harum,
Cybotron,
Reagan Youth,
Nils Olav,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
K-Klass,
the Fania All-Stars,
Aaron Thompson,
Todd Terry,
Brass Construction,
Moebius,
The Leaves,
Deepchord,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Jimmy McGriff,
DJ Sneak,
Television Personalities,
The Fire Engines,
Bobby Womack,
Neu!,
Accadde A,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Traffic Nightmare,
Dorothy Ashby,
Bluetip,
Radiopuhelimet,
Khruangbin,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Derrick Morgan,
Mars,
Kurtis Blow,
Country Teasers,
Kool Moe Dee,
Guru Guru,
Pylon,
Jeff Mills,
the Sonics,
Shuggie Otis,
Yusef Lateef,
Al Stewart,
Deakin,
Popol Vuh,
Hasil Adkins,
Das Ding,
Flamin' Groovies,
Von Mondo,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Ludus,
Desert Stars,
Althea and Donna,
Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders.
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.