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 Monaco and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 John Cale to the dance 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 The Peanut Butter Conspiracy. All the underground hits.
All Stereo Dub tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro 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 guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kaleidoscope,
Reagan Youth,
Excepter,
Make Up,
The Monochrome Set,
The Standells,
The Seeds,
David Axelrod,
David Bowie,
the Human League,
Jeru the Damaja,
Radio Birdman,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Robert Görl,
Warren Ellis,
Donny Hathaway,
The Leaves,
Gabor Szabo,
DNA,
Yellowson,
Cybotron,
The Remains,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Black Sheep,
The Litter,
Royal Trux,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Camouflage,
Fugazi,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Wasted Youth,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sparks,
Roy Ayers,
Janne Schatter,
The Gladiators,
The Searchers,
The Skatalites,
Mo-Dettes,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Whodini,
Erasure,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Glenn Branca,
The Smoke,
Motorama,
Desert Stars,
Isaac Hayes,
Cecil Taylor,
The Evens,
K-Klass,
Eddi Front,
Ponytail,
The Birthday Party,
Tubeway Army,
Stiv Bators,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Hashim, Hashim, Hashim, Hashim.
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.