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 Swaziland and from Sao Paulo.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Letta Mbulu to the crunk 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 Terrestrial Tones. All the underground hits.
All Blake Baxter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aaron Thompson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Goldenarms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
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,
Lou Reed,
Skriet,
Harmonia,
Andrew Hill,
The Barracudas,
Rod Modell,
Surgeon,
Massinfluence,
Fad Gadget,
MDC,
Lower 48,
Maleditus Sound,
The Birthday Party,
Ronnie Foster,
Big Daddy Kane,
Swell Maps,
PIL,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Mummies,
Joensuu 1685,
The Toasters,
The Young Rascals,
Circle Jerks,
L. Decosne,
Eurythmics,
Arab on Radar,
Amon Düül,
Bizarre Inc.,
David McCallum,
Infiniti,
Vainqueur,
Archie Shepp,
48th St. Collective,
Pere Ubu,
Grandmaster Flash,
Pole,
Crispy Ambulance,
Isaac Hayes,
Black Sheep,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Searchers,
Liliput,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Tears for Fears,
The Five Americans,
Peter & Gordon,
Eddi Front,
Whodini,
The Skatalites,
Grey Daturas,
Mandrill,
Barry Ungar,
The Martian,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Tomorrow,
The Moody Blues,
Hot Snakes,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly.
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.