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 Portugal and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Chrome to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Unwound. All the underground hits.
All David Bowie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every It's A Beautiful Day 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe 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 snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Normal,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Kenny Larkin,
The Kinks,
The Mummies,
Gang Starr,
Chris & Cosey,
kango's stein massive,
Nirvana,
Lou Reed,
Television Personalities,
The Angels of Light,
Spandau Ballet,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
One Last Wish,
Easy Going,
Pere Ubu,
Lalo Schifrin,
Letta Mbulu,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Smog,
Radiopuhelimet,
Country Teasers,
Oblivians,
DJ Style,
Jeff Lynne,
Sun Ra,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
John Cale,
Scientists,
Prince Buster,
Pet Shop Boys,
Darondo,
Todd Terry,
Qualms,
Cameo,
The Gories,
Quadrant,
Sonny Sharrock,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Trojans,
The Offenders,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Rites of Spring,
OOIOO,
Aloha Tigers,
The New Christs,
Mandrill,
Adolescents,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
These Immortal Souls,
Bizarre Inc.,
Jerry's Kids,
Mars,
Robert Hood,
Ultra Naté,
Faust,
Grauzone,
Joey Negro,
Don Cherry,
U.S. Maple,
Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths.
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.