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 New Zealand and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 clarinet 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 Aswad to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Radio Birdman. All the underground hits.
All Radiopuhelimet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Beasts of Bourbon 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum 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?
La Düsseldorf,
The Monks,
Rekid,
Throbbing Gristle,
Maleditus Sound,
Morten Harket,
The Gories,
June Days,
Marine Girls,
H. Thieme,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Can,
New Order,
Saccharine Trust,
Pussy Galore,
Amazonics,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Cluster,
Gabor Szabo,
Bauhaus,
Boredoms,
The Black Dice,
Spandau Ballet,
Suburban Knight,
Yaz,
Crash Course in Science,
Black Sheep,
Marc Almond,
Wasted Youth,
Pagans,
Visage,
The Mojo Men,
Cal Tjader,
the Swans,
The Music Machine,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Barclay James Harvest,
New York Dolls,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sugar Minott,
Von Mondo,
Schoolly D,
Sexual Harrassment,
Avey Tare,
Hot Snakes,
Sonic Youth,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Saints,
Kas Product,
David McCallum,
Skaos,
Deakin,
Altered Images,
Eve St. Jones,
Max Romeo,
Henry Cow,
Con Funk Shun,
Popol Vuh,
The Techniques,
Gichy Dan,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill.
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.