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 Lithuania 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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Ten City to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Harpers Bizarre. All the underground hits.
All Josef K tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Graham Central Station record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 harpsichord and a theremin 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 linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Finger,
Aswad,
Swell Maps,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Livin' Joy,
Erykah Badu,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Lou Reed,
MDC,
The Seeds,
Porter Ricks,
the Human League,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Grass Roots,
The Angels of Light,
The Smiths,
Pagans,
Marc Almond,
Con Funk Shun,
Alphaville,
Moby Grape,
Ponytail,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Barry Ungar,
Leonard Cohen,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Dennis Brown,
Letta Mbulu,
Mission of Burma,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Wally Richardson,
The Moleskins,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Fluxion,
Rufus Thomas,
Andrew Hill,
The Modern Lovers,
Crispy Ambulance,
Charles Mingus,
Bill Wells,
Wire,
Harry Pussy,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Cramps,
The Slits,
Television,
Pharoah Sanders,
Faraquet,
Frankie Knuckles,
Surgeon,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sonny Sharrock,
Brothers Johnson,
Minutemen,
Scott Walker,
Crash Course in Science,
Talk Talk,
Janne Schatter,
New Age Steppers,
Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye.
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.