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 Mauritius and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Sun Ra to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Pantaleimon. All the underground hits.
All Joe Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Bar-Kays record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb 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 an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
H. Thieme,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Niagra,
Rufus Thomas,
Pet Shop Boys,
Roy Ayers,
X-102,
Jandek,
Brand Nubian,
CMW,
Eve St. Jones,
the Slits,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Blossom Toes,
Piero Umiliani,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Oblivians,
Arthur Verocai,
The Shadows of Knight,
Lightning Bolt,
Fugazi,
Rakim,
Siglo XX,
Steve Hackett,
Newcleus,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Andrew Hill,
The Dead C,
The Dirtbombs,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Althea and Donna,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Donald Byrd,
Crash Course in Science,
The Leaves,
Bill Near,
The Monochrome Set,
Radiopuhelimet,
B.T. Express,
Junior Murvin,
Accadde A,
Moebius,
Ultimate Spinach,
Skarface,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Tomorrow,
The Litter,
Ponytail,
The Divine Comedy,
This Heat,
Jeru the Damaja,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
the Soft Cell,
Jacques Brel,
Supertramp,
The Gories,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Black Pus,
Sound Behaviour,
The Index, The Index, The Index, The Index.
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.