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 Korea North and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 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 Cameo to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Misunderstood. All the underground hits.
All Fat Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Metal Thangz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin 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 güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moleskins,
Nas,
Laurel Aitken,
Soft Machine,
The Birthday Party,
Lungfish,
Kerri Chandler,
The Grass Roots,
Erykah Badu,
Liliput,
Fatback Band,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Monolake,
Organ,
The Tremeloes,
The Gladiators,
Ralphi Rosario,
Fat Boys,
Rekid,
Spandau Ballet,
X-Ray Spex,
Delta 5,
Spoonie Gee,
Slick Rick,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Jeff Lynne,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Soft Cell,
Inner City,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Avey Tare,
Mantronix,
Bill Near,
Blake Baxter,
Tim Buckley,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Easy Going,
Joensuu 1685,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Agitation Free,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Anakelly,
Quantec,
The Mummies,
The Knickerbockers,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Buckinghams,
Severed Heads,
Masters at Work,
Donny Hathaway,
Rakim,
the Bar-Kays,
Sex Pistols,
Sonic Youth,
The Sound,
The Dead C,
The Real Kids,
Barbara Tucker,
Maurizio,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Remains,
Oblivians,
Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls.
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.