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 Lebanon and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Donald Byrd. All the underground hits.
All Outsiders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suburban Knight record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Don Cherry,
Danielle Patucci,
Freddie Wadling,
Neu!,
Television Personalities,
Young Marble Giants,
Jimmy McGriff,
Bush Tetras,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Todd Terry,
Kayak,
Rotary Connection,
Pagans,
Alphaville,
Deadbeat,
Gong,
Crime,
Swell Maps,
Nation of Ulysses,
John Lydon,
Public Image Ltd.,
Brass Construction,
The Cure,
Audionom,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Lebanon Hanover,
Dual Sessions,
Make Up,
Oblivians,
Curtis Mayfield,
World's Most,
The Real Kids,
Nico,
Graham Central Station,
Japan,
Isaac Hayes,
The Pretty Things,
Jeru the Damaja,
Loose Ends,
The Remains,
Boz Scaggs,
Nas,
Roxy Music,
The Smoke,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Tom Boy,
Jeff Mills,
Rufus Thomas,
New York Dolls,
Bobby Byrd,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Half Japanese,
The Gladiators,
Ultravox,
Charles Mingus,
Pharoah Sanders,
James White and The Blacks,
Shuggie Otis,
Joyce Sims,
Wire,
Wings,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu.
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.