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 Jordan and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 arpeggiator 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 Maurizio to the disco 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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish. All the underground hits.
All Marvin Gaye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lungfish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 marimba 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 sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pretty Things,
The Five Americans,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Minnie Riperton,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Detroit Cobras,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Reuben Wilson,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Names,
DJ Style,
Joe Finger,
U.S. Maple,
Ralphi Rosario,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Intrusion,
Lindisfarne,
DJ Sneak,
Morten Harket,
The Modern Lovers,
Al Stewart,
Little Man,
Aloha Tigers,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sixth Finger,
Model 500,
Clear Light,
Robert Görl,
Television,
Carl Craig,
La Düsseldorf,
Scratch Acid,
Jeff Mills,
Mo-Dettes,
Mr. Review,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Faraquet,
Scion,
Rosa Yemen,
Quando Quango,
The Beau Brummels,
Pagans,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Toni Rubio,
Peter and Kerry,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Aswad,
New York Dolls,
Cymande,
UT,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sun City Girls,
Marine Girls,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Gories,
Johnny Osbourne,
Neu!,
the Association,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Joy Division,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Roy Ayers,
Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near.
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.