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 Guatemala and from Toronto.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Henry Cow to the jazz 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 Graham Central Station. All the underground hits.
All The Gladiators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pretty Things 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 güiro and a harpsichord 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 sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ken Boothe,
Animal Collective,
FM Einheit,
the Soft Cell,
Glambeats Corp.,
T. Rex,
Sixth Finger,
Altered Images,
Ralphi Rosario,
Todd Rundgren,
Marine Girls,
The Techniques,
Mark Hollis,
Josef K,
Make Up,
Chrome,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Slackers,
The Associates,
Babytalk,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Rakim,
Public Enemy,
Joyce Sims,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Fire Engines,
Barclay James Harvest,
Drexciya,
Barbara Tucker,
The Cowsills,
Angry Samoans,
Don Cherry,
Frankie Knuckles,
Essential Logic,
The Move,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Moebius,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Jeff Mills,
Soft Cell,
Section 25,
Lebanon Hanover,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Sound,
Pet Shop Boys,
Deadbeat,
Rekid,
One Last Wish,
Junior Murvin,
Silicon Teens,
The Golliwogs,
Boogie Down Productions,
Matthew Bourne,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Jacob Miller,
Excepter,
Fugazi,
Ludus,
ABBA,
Nation of Ulysses,
Cameo,
Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish.
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.