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 Benin and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Buzzcocks to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 New Age Steppers. All the underground hits.
All Joensuu 1685 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fela Kuti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dawn Penn record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Little Man,
Soulsonic Force,
Chrome,
Gastr Del Sol,
Marcia Griffiths,
Lee Hazlewood,
Gregory Isaacs,
Girls At Our Best!,
Zero Boys,
Carl Craig,
Scion,
The Modern Lovers,
Bootsy Collins,
Television Personalities,
The Monks,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
David McCallum,
Ultravox,
The Monochrome Set,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
R.M.O.,
Funkadelic,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Motions,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Techniques,
Barbara Tucker,
Sun City Girls,
Erasure,
June of 44,
Pole,
Judy Mowatt,
Mission of Burma,
Shoche,
The Pretty Things,
The Cowsills,
Maurizio,
Aaron Thompson,
Quando Quango,
The Human League,
Crispy Ambulance,
Anakelly,
Fear,
The Gun Club,
Tom Boy,
Roy Ayers,
Vainqueur,
The Doors,
T.S.O.L.,
Hoover,
Soft Machine,
Brick,
Fugazi,
Wire,
In Retrospect,
Todd Terry,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sister Nancy,
Man Eating Sloth,
Deepchord,
Lower 48,
Lakeside,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo.
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.