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 Latvia and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Woodstock.
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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo to the grime 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 Electric Light Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All Delta 5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Germs 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin 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 spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Theoretical Girls,
Surgeon,
The Happenings,
DNA,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Camberwell Now,
John Cale,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Livin' Joy,
Man Parrish,
The Sound,
The Cowsills,
Lightning Bolt,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Knickerbockers,
The Searchers,
Minor Threat,
Bush Tetras,
Slave,
Harpers Bizarre,
Qualms,
Sonny Sharrock,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Fire Engines,
Minutemen,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Warsaw,
The Moody Blues,
Brick,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Mary Jane Girls,
Harmonia,
The Invisible,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Oblivians,
Subhumans,
Silicon Teens,
The Detroit Cobras,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Minny Pops,
Bobby Sherman,
Gastr Del Sol,
Negative Approach,
H. Thieme,
Sun City Girls,
Jeru the Damaja,
KRS-One,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Bobby Byrd,
John Lydon,
Quando Quango,
The Walker Brothers,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Standells,
June Days,
the Germs,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Crime,
Deakin,
Peter and Kerry,
Mars, Mars, Mars, Mars.
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.