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 Canada and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Darondo to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Move. All the underground hits.
All Suicide tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fad Gadget record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord 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 an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cal Tjader,
Mars,
Icehouse,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Patti Smith,
Flamin' Groovies,
John Lydon,
Delon & Dalcan,
Deakin,
Goldenarms,
Dave Gahan,
Carl Craig,
The Alarm Clocks,
Theoretical Girls,
Technova,
Howard Jones,
Kool Moe Dee,
Fatback Band,
Darondo,
The Names,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Vainqueur,
Johnny Clarke,
The Techniques,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Thee Headcoats,
Joe Finger,
Supertramp,
a-ha,
Yellowson,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Todd Rundgren,
These Immortal Souls,
Pagans,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Matthew Bourne,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Evens,
Charles Mingus,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Cheater Slicks,
Lalo Schifrin,
Ice-T,
Robert Wyatt,
Gang Starr,
Slick Rick,
Derrick Morgan,
Sun Ra,
Hashim,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
DJ Sneak,
Marc Almond,
Marshall Jefferson,
Anakelly,
The Doobie Brothers,
Ultravox,
Bill Wells,
Liliput,
Little Man,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers.
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.