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 Oman and from Edmonton.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 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 Patti Smith to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Gastr Del Sol. All the underground hits.
All Todd Terry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lizzy Mercier Descloux record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 güiro and a mellotron 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 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Japan,
Roger Hodgson,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Cecil Taylor,
Livin' Joy,
Scientists,
Drexciya,
Porter Ricks,
Skriet,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Duran Duran,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Boz Scaggs,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Johnny Osbourne,
Pole,
Thee Headcoats,
Arcadia,
Reuben Wilson,
Icehouse,
the Germs,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Rosa Yemen,
Intrusion,
Anthony Braxton,
Theoretical Girls,
Youth Brigade,
The Searchers,
Organ,
Mantronix,
Johnny Clarke,
Maurizio,
The Slackers,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Absolute Body Control,
Junior Murvin,
The Birthday Party,
Desert Stars,
Wings,
Heaven 17,
Average White Band,
The Flesh Eaters,
Jawbox,
Kool Moe Dee,
Groovy Waters,
Metal Thangz,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Gang Starr,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Girls At Our Best!,
Harry Pussy,
Tim Buckley,
Sight & Sound,
LL Cool J,
Minnie Riperton,
Angry Samoans,
Donald Byrd,
Circle Jerks,
Bad Manners,
Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp.
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.