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 Estonia and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Kurtis Blow to the disco 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 Lakeside. All the underground hits.
All Silicon Teens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter and Kerry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pagans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Busters,
Barclay James Harvest,
The United States of America,
The Beau Brummels,
The Sound,
Bang On A Can,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Main Source,
Pet Shop Boys,
Jacob Miller,
Eddi Front,
Hot Snakes,
Terry Callier,
Pylon,
Japan,
Man Parrish,
Eric Copeland,
Moby Grape,
Los Fastidios,
Radio Birdman,
Au Pairs,
The Pretty Things,
The Seeds,
Yaz,
Wings,
Con Funk Shun,
Pantytec,
Camberwell Now,
The Young Rascals,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Thompson Twins,
David Bowie,
MDC,
Bobby Sherman,
Minnie Riperton,
CMW,
Popol Vuh,
The Selecter,
Mo-Dettes,
Warsaw,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
AZ,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Flesh Eaters,
Clear Light,
Fela Kuti,
Lalann,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Move,
Hardrive,
Vladislav Delay,
Zero Boys,
Anakelly,
Tubeway Army,
H. Thieme,
The Blackbyrds,
Danielle Patucci,
Robert Görl,
Crooked Eye,
Kurtis Blow,
Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya.
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.