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 Turkmenistan and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Bar-Kays. All the underground hits.
All Alton Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anakelly record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb 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 organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Mummies,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Los Fastidios,
Groovy Waters,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Scion,
Lakeside,
Scratch Acid,
Niagra,
Terry Callier,
X-102,
Royal Trux,
The Kinks,
Brass Construction,
Fat Boys,
Hardrive,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sixth Finger,
Zero Boys,
The Red Krayola,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sight & Sound,
Lungfish,
Das Ding,
Flash Fearless,
Skriet,
The Velvet Underground,
Alphaville,
kango's stein massive,
Icehouse,
Sugar Minott,
Delta 5,
Rekid,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Siglo XX,
Deadbeat,
The Dave Clark Five,
Soft Cell,
Slick Rick,
Lyres,
The Litter,
Skarface,
Absolute Body Control,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Fugs,
John Lydon,
Darondo,
Robert Wyatt,
Amon Düül,
Marvin Gaye,
The Buckinghams,
Nas,
Barrington Levy,
Roxy Music,
Thee Headcoats,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Qualms,
Fatback Band,
Pet Shop Boys,
Warsaw,
Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane.
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.