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 Kazakhstan and from Beijing.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Busters to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Gladiators. All the underground hits.
All Fluxion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delon & Dalcan 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kas Product record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Gladiators,
Moebius,
Peter and Kerry,
Reagan Youth,
Aloha Tigers,
Lalo Schifrin,
Archie Shepp,
Dual Sessions,
ABC,
Leonard Cohen,
The Slits,
Barclay James Harvest,
DJ Style,
Max Romeo,
Cymande,
Sugar Minott,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
a-ha,
Black Flag,
The Doors,
Cal Tjader,
Bob Dylan,
the Association,
Bronski Beat,
Guru Guru,
The Music Machine,
The Mummies,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Porter Ricks,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Pantytec,
Lakeside,
The Fire Engines,
Bauhaus,
Graham Central Station,
The Motions,
the Slits,
Frankie Knuckles,
Marmalade,
Janne Schatter,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Dirtbombs,
Underground Resistance,
EPMD,
The Index,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Stockholm Monsters,
Tom Boy,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Ponytail,
The Skatalites,
Television Personalities,
Erasure,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Brass Construction,
Jacob Miller,
Jeff Lynne,
The American Breed,
The Mojo Men,
Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet.
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.