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 Yemen and from Bologna.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu to the jazz 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 Kurtis Blow. All the underground hits.
All Radiohead tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June of 44 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Symarip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ice-T,
The Slackers,
The Skatalites,
Aswad,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Gabor Szabo,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Selecter,
The Kinks,
The Index,
Cheater Slicks,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Max Romeo,
John Coltrane,
UT,
Faraquet,
Cameo,
Joensuu 1685,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Brick,
Bizarre Inc.,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Arthur Verocai,
Janne Schatter,
The Associates,
ABBA,
the Slits,
Flamin' Groovies,
Surgeon,
Letta Mbulu,
Neil Young,
Television,
Nas,
Lightning Bolt,
Suicide,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Drexciya,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Amon Düül,
Rapeman,
the Sonics,
Drive Like Jehu,
Average White Band,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Doobie Brothers,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
cv313,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Doors,
Bush Tetras,
Japan,
Anthony Braxton,
The Litter,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Zeros,
a-ha,
The Dave Clark Five,
Fluxion,
The Shadows of Knight,
Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy.
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.