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 Zimbabwe and from Paris.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Vladislav Delay to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Throbbing Gristle. All the underground hits.
All Eric Dolphy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Essential Logic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an oboe 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 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Smog,
The Fuzztones,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Toasters,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Flash Fearless,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Arab on Radar,
Quantec,
Deadbeat,
K-Klass,
Agent Orange,
Television,
Minutemen,
Young Marble Giants,
Joey Negro,
Toni Rubio,
Eric Copeland,
Marmalade,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Bill Near,
LL Cool J,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Minny Pops,
In Retrospect,
Chris & Cosey,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Joe Smooth,
Faust,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
the Swans,
Country Teasers,
OOIOO,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
David Axelrod,
Scott Walker,
Monks,
Circle Jerks,
Maurizio,
Eve St. Jones,
Mr. Review,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Desert Stars,
Quando Quango,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Jacob Miller,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Flipper,
Terry Callier,
Supertramp,
Blake Baxter,
Pagans,
The Sound,
Todd Rundgren,
Sällskapet,
Vladislav Delay,
Lou Reed,
Essential Logic,
John Cale,
Jesper Dahlback,
Max Romeo,
The Durutti Column,
Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai.
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.