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 Saudi Arabia and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 arpeggiator 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 These Immortal Souls to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Nation of Ulysses. All the underground hits.
All Kerrie Biddell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stockholm Monsters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Osbourne,
H. Thieme,
Cameo,
Schoolly D,
The Gap Band,
Ice-T,
The Electric Prunes,
Marvin Gaye,
The Neon Judgement,
Unrelated Segments,
Suicide,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Suburban Knight,
Soul II Soul,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Letta Mbulu,
Jandek,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Gil Scott Heron,
Black Pus,
Skarface,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Barclay James Harvest,
Livin' Joy,
Lee Hazlewood,
Index,
X-101,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Guru Guru,
Jacques Brel,
Yellowson,
Arab on Radar,
The Slits,
Make Up,
The Blues Magoos,
Mo-Dettes,
Icehouse,
The Pretty Things,
Isaac Hayes,
Scratch Acid,
Eddi Front,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Johnny Clarke,
The Birthday Party,
Minny Pops,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
the Sonics,
The Misunderstood,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Smoke,
Black Sheep,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Tremeloes,
Bush Tetras,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Gang Starr,
Aural Exciters,
Harmonia,
Pylon,
Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance.
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.