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 Grenada and from Columbus.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 MC5 to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Liliput. All the underground hits.
All Kas Product tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultimate Spinach record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radiopuhelimet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Leonard Cohen,
Joensuu 1685,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Martian,
Joe Finger,
Erasure,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Moby Grape,
T.S.O.L.,
This Heat,
Kerri Chandler,
The Five Americans,
Bizarre Inc.,
Jimmy McGriff,
DJ Sneak,
Delta 5,
June Days,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Niagra,
Yusef Lateef,
Sound Behaviour,
The Flesh Eaters,
Derrick Morgan,
Gichy Dan,
Sister Nancy,
Vainqueur,
Ohio Players,
Siglo XX,
New York Dolls,
Dual Sessions,
Joy Division,
La Düsseldorf,
Symarip,
Cecil Taylor,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Jawbox,
Suicide,
The Happenings,
The Music Machine,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Infiniti,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Thee Headcoats,
Basic Channel,
Ice-T,
Marc Almond,
Dave Gahan,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Glambeats Corp.,
Jerry's Kids,
Lindisfarne,
a-ha,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Blues Magoos,
Grauzone,
Con Funk Shun,
The Cramps,
The Raincoats,
Duran Duran,
Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys.
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.