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 Korea North and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 oboe 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 Joyce Sims to the techno 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 Desert Stars. All the underground hits.
All Marmalade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brand Nubian 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siglo XX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Terry Callier,
Mo-Dettes,
Urselle,
Radio Birdman,
the Germs,
The Martian,
The Alarm Clocks,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Maleditus Sound,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Patti Smith,
Maurizio,
Idris Muhammad,
Lightning Bolt,
Tomorrow,
Tubeway Army,
X-Ray Spex,
Gabor Szabo,
Flamin' Groovies,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Sonics,
The Remains,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Monks,
New Order,
Crispian St. Peters,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Fluxion,
Pierre Henry,
Rufus Thomas,
The Beau Brummels,
Cybotron,
Pylon,
Tres Demented,
Laurel Aitken,
JFA,
The Leaves,
Negative Approach,
The Velvet Underground,
The Divine Comedy,
Swell Maps,
The Fuzztones,
Stereo Dub,
Soft Cell,
Das Ding,
Cecil Taylor,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Bauhaus,
Severed Heads,
Thompson Twins,
AZ,
Japan,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Ronnie Foster,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Searchers,
Wolf Eyes,
Kayak,
Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru.
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.