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 Algeria and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe 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 Toni Rubio to the grime 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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam. All the underground hits.
All The Last Poets tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marcia Griffiths record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer 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?
World's Most,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
This Heat,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Birthday Party,
Connie Case,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Soul Sonic Force,
the Germs,
The Leaves,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Agent Orange,
Susan Cadogan,
L. Decosne,
Man Eating Sloth,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Toasters,
Camouflage,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Zeros,
Nik Kershaw,
E-Dancer,
Kas Product,
Pussy Galore,
Dawn Penn,
John Coltrane,
Letta Mbulu,
D'Angelo,
Ash Ra Tempel,
T.S.O.L.,
The Gladiators,
Outsiders,
June of 44,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Bizarre Inc.,
James White and The Blacks,
Niagra,
Joyce Sims,
Nils Olav,
The Young Rascals,
the Fania All-Stars,
Ossler,
Robert Hood,
48th St. Collective,
Ice-T,
LL Cool J,
The Count Five,
The Monks,
Alison Limerick,
Interpol,
Harry Pussy,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Graham Central Station,
Barclay James Harvest,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Soft Cell,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Black Flag,
Bobby Womack,
Lebanon Hanover,
Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum.
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.