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 Senegal and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 New Order to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Lightning Bolt. All the underground hits.
All Teenage Jesus and the Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Royal Trux record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 sitar 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 arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Electric Prunes,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Japan,
Popol Vuh,
Alton Ellis,
Fugazi,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Blossom Toes,
Pylon,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Modern Lovers,
Q and Not U,
The Mummies,
Clear Light,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Procol Harum,
Juan Atkins,
Can,
B.T. Express,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Jimmy McGriff,
In Retrospect,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sun Ra,
The Moleskins,
David Bowie,
Faraquet,
Brothers Johnson,
Bobby Sherman,
Ronnie Foster,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
the Fania All-Stars,
Cecil Taylor,
The Martian,
Ultra Naté,
Aaron Thompson,
Television,
Don Cherry,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Agitation Free,
Ohio Players,
Hardrive,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Silicon Teens,
The Doors,
Piero Umiliani,
Thompson Twins,
Crime,
Wolf Eyes,
Underground Resistance,
Circle Jerks,
Sixth Finger,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Soft Machine,
Arcadia,
Lou Reed,
The Wake,
Iggy Pop,
The Red Krayola,
Talk Talk,
Inner City, Inner City, Inner City, Inner City.
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.