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 Ukraine and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 DeepChord presents Echospace to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Mary Jane Girls. All the underground hits.
All Quantec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Prince Buster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radiopuhelimet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Accadde A,
Groovy Waters,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Johnny Clarke,
Parry Music,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Gregory Isaacs,
Bauhaus,
Max Romeo,
Cluster,
Cal Tjader,
DJ Sneak,
Kurtis Blow,
Matthew Halsall,
The Gun Club,
Gabor Szabo,
Erasure,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Fuzztones,
Fugazi,
Crispian St. Peters,
Angry Samoans,
Deadbeat,
Simply Red,
The Pretty Things,
The Sisters of Mercy,
U.S. Maple,
Camouflage,
Dead Boys,
Warsaw,
Jawbox,
Crispy Ambulance,
Mission of Burma,
The Standells,
The Detroit Cobras,
E-Dancer,
Beasts of Bourbon,
David McCallum,
K-Klass,
Boz Scaggs,
The Fugs,
Traffic Nightmare,
Pantytec,
Neu!,
the Normal,
Monks,
Lakeside,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Leaves,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Tres Demented,
Mantronix,
The Residents,
Sonic Youth,
Terrestrial Tones,
Outsiders,
Adolescents,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Heaven 17,
The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice.
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.