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 Montenegro and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Fugs to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Frankie Knuckles. All the underground hits.
All Jerry's Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Depeche Mode record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiopuhelimet,
Negative Approach,
JFA,
Sly & The Family Stone,
John Foxx,
Sonny Sharrock,
Rapeman,
Monks,
Sex Pistols,
Scott Walker,
L. Decosne,
Colin Newman,
Erasure,
Stockholm Monsters,
Bill Wells,
UT,
The Black Dice,
Dark Day,
Zero Boys,
Public Image Ltd.,
Anakelly,
Ronnie Foster,
Ice-T,
Ornette Coleman,
Crime,
Sun City Girls,
Boredoms,
Robert Görl,
Groovy Waters,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Dead C,
The Wake,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sound Behaviour,
The Associates,
The Golliwogs,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Japan,
Deadbeat,
John Cale,
World's Most,
Barrington Levy,
Cybotron,
Sonic Youth,
Marine Girls,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Arab on Radar,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Velvet Underground,
Eurythmics,
Blossom Toes,
Drexciya,
Camouflage,
Joensuu 1685,
June Days,
Crispy Ambulance,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Kurtis Blow,
Blancmange,
Fatback Band,
Vladislav Delay,
Goldenarms,
Sarah Menescal,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band.
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.