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 Bahamas and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Charles Mingus to the punk 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 Gong. All the underground hits.
All Al Stewart tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yellowson 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
FM Einheit,
The Flesh Eaters,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Maurizio,
The Doobie Brothers,
the Swans,
the Sonics,
DJ Style,
Faust,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Pulsallama,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Gun Club,
New York Dolls,
Gang Gang Dance,
Soft Machine,
Gregory Isaacs,
Steve Hackett,
Duran Duran,
Marcia Griffiths,
Franke,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Section 25,
Wasted Youth,
Harpers Bizarre,
Theoretical Girls,
Chris Corsano,
Suburban Knight,
Cameo,
Blossom Toes,
Fugazi,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Vainqueur,
Masters at Work,
The Golliwogs,
Slick Rick,
The Blues Magoos,
Arthur Verocai,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Kerri Chandler,
The Pretty Things,
Loose Ends,
Avey Tare,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Last Poets,
Iggy Pop,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
T.S.O.L.,
Lou Christie,
The Offenders,
The Music Machine,
Rapeman,
Outsiders,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Saints,
The Slits,
Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti.
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.