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 the UAE and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Sunsets and Hearts to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Michelle Simonal. All the underground hits.
All James White and The Blacks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delon & Dalcan 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Sherman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes 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,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Swell Maps,
Zero Boys,
Mantronix,
Soft Machine,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Throbbing Gristle,
David Bowie,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Icehouse,
Lightning Bolt,
Nils Olav,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Stooges,
Sandy B,
the Association,
Pierre Henry,
JFA,
New York Dolls,
Skaos,
The Mojo Men,
Boogie Down Productions,
Chris Corsano,
The Moody Blues,
Tres Demented,
D'Angelo,
Aswad,
Joe Smooth,
The Knickerbockers,
Audionom,
Joy Division,
T. Rex,
Urselle,
Althea and Donna,
Supertramp,
Hoover,
Swans,
EPMD,
Judy Mowatt,
Newcleus,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Bob Dylan,
Pantytec,
Section 25,
Q and Not U,
The Evens,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Moby Grape,
The Blackbyrds,
K-Klass,
June of 44,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Rapeman,
Tommy Roe,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Residents,
OOIOO,
Andrew Hill,
Sugar Minott,
The Sonics,
the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics.
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.