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 Austria and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 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 New Christs to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Rotary Connection. All the underground hits.
All Lee Hazlewood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Black Dice 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron 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 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
FM Einheit,
Gichy Dan,
Reagan Youth,
Hashim,
Cal Tjader,
Wire,
Average White Band,
Marcia Griffiths,
Gang Starr,
Archie Shepp,
L. Decosne,
Prince Buster,
Monks,
48th St. Collective,
X-101,
Faust,
Frankie Knuckles,
Isaac Hayes,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sällskapet,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Standells,
Tommy Roe,
The Wake,
Metal Thangz,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Scott Walker,
Aural Exciters,
The Martian,
The Red Krayola,
Schoolly D,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Zeros,
Sex Pistols,
Massinfluence,
Cymande,
Jacob Miller,
Arab on Radar,
Peter & Gordon,
Motorama,
Fifty Foot Hose,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
This Heat,
The Misunderstood,
Yazoo,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sam Rivers,
Intrusion,
Cheater Slicks,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Glenn Branca,
Cameo,
Darondo,
David Axelrod,
Magma,
Maurizio,
The Searchers,
The Neon Judgement,
Bobby Byrd,
Jandek,
The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club.
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.