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 Antigua and from Spokane.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 clarinet 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 Judy Mowatt to the grime 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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo. All the underground hits.
All Echo & the Bunnymen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ajijia Myrayebe 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 an arpeggiator and a rhodes 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 mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deepchord,
The Associates,
Pantytec,
The Fuzztones,
Fugazi,
10cc,
Sixth Finger,
Q and Not U,
Banda Bassotti,
The Blues Magoos,
Jeff Lynne,
The Sonics,
Ludus,
Rhythm & Sound,
Jeff Mills,
Vladislav Delay,
Tommy Roe,
Bill Wells,
Vainqueur,
Gang Starr,
Black Moon,
Soft Cell,
Neu!,
The Names,
Roxy Music,
The Pretty Things,
John Coltrane,
EPMD,
Excepter,
cv313,
Severed Heads,
Stereo Dub,
Aural Exciters,
Motorama,
The Victims,
ABBA,
Lyres,
Crime,
D'Angelo,
Qualms,
Fad Gadget,
JFA,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Fall,
Fatback Band,
Hasil Adkins,
The Kinks,
The American Breed,
Alison Limerick,
Moss Icon,
Nico,
The Happenings,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Robert Wyatt,
Yellowson,
Minnie Riperton,
Joensuu 1685,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Neon Judgement,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
F. McDonald,
Newcleus,
Fluxion,
Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith.
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.