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 Japan and from Edmonton.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the 808 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 Michelle Simonal to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 L. Decosne. All the underground hits.
All Boredoms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Byron Stingily record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gabor Szabo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mighty Diamonds,
David McCallum,
Spoonie Gee,
Outsiders,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Toasters,
Faust,
Stetsasonic,
Newcleus,
Make Up,
Bronski Beat,
Nik Kershaw,
The Star Department,
The New Christs,
Nils Olav,
Sister Nancy,
Pharoah Sanders,
Steve Hackett,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Pantaleimon,
Warsaw,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Television Personalities,
Surgeon,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Bobby Womack,
Eddi Front,
Barry Ungar,
R.M.O.,
Hot Snakes,
LL Cool J,
Y Pants,
Tom Boy,
Arab on Radar,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Moss Icon,
The Gladiators,
Ultravox,
Electric Prunes,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Fela Kuti,
The Real Kids,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Durutti Column,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Quando Quango,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Blues Magoos,
The Litter,
Rhythm & Sound,
8 Eyed Spy,
Leonard Cohen,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Public Enemy,
Scott Walker,
CMW,
Boredoms,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Eve St. Jones,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu.
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.