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 Bahamas and from Hong Kong.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Donald Byrd to the rap 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 Kevin Saunderson. All the underground hits.
All Spoonie Gee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terrestrial Tones 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar 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 theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The American Breed,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Mojo Men,
Saccharine Trust,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
DNA,
Hot Snakes,
Blancmange,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Bizarre Inc.,
Scott Walker,
Panda Bear,
the Fania All-Stars,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Fugs,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Vogues,
The Gap Band,
Eden Ahbez,
Tres Demented,
The Five Americans,
The Evens,
Bootsy Collins,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Donald Byrd,
Slick Rick,
Public Image Ltd.,
Swell Maps,
The Cure,
Gang of Four,
Pussy Galore,
Lalann,
Wire,
Avey Tare,
The Saints,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Boredoms,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Marvin Gaye,
Bluetip,
DJ Style,
Con Funk Shun,
DJ Sneak,
Chris & Cosey,
Terrestrial Tones,
CMW,
Lyres,
The Fire Engines,
The Stooges,
Gregory Isaacs,
Bad Manners,
Lindisfarne,
MDC,
Iggy Pop,
Excepter,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Robert Görl,
D'Angelo,
Crash Course in Science,
David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie.
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.