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 Afghanistan and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Faraquet to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Rufus Thomas. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Holt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 synthesizer 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 marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Bar-Kays,
Spoonie Gee,
Lightning Bolt,
Oblivians,
Thompson Twins,
Bobby Sherman,
Camouflage,
Brothers Johnson,
Bizarre Inc.,
Shuggie Otis,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Donald Byrd,
Sparks,
Brand Nubian,
Fluxion,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sexual Harrassment,
Ponytail,
Royal Trux,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Doors,
Quantec,
48th St. Collective,
Sarah Menescal,
Aaron Thompson,
Graham Central Station,
The Busters,
Roxy Music,
The Mummies,
Boredoms,
a-ha,
Drive Like Jehu,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Eve St. Jones,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Kayak,
Johnny Clarke,
The Cowsills,
L. Decosne,
Minor Threat,
Newcleus,
Derrick May,
Derrick Morgan,
Bobby Womack,
Eurythmics,
Robert Wyatt,
The Techniques,
Ituana,
Ken Boothe,
The Wake,
Public Image Ltd.,
Y Pants,
Barrington Levy,
The Leaves,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Dorothy Ashby,
John Cale,
Cluster,
Cheater Slicks,
Outsiders,
Rhythm & Sound,
Agitation Free,
Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz.
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.