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 Vietnam and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the oboe 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 Brand Nubian 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 Soulsonic Force. All the underground hits.
All Fear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lee Hazlewood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar 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 mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cluster,
The Mojo Men,
Derrick May,
Barclay James Harvest,
Wings,
ABC,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Fifty Foot Hose,
These Immortal Souls,
The Angels of Light,
Hardrive,
Ralphi Rosario,
Massinfluence,
Fluxion,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Ultravox,
Traffic Nightmare,
Severed Heads,
The Happenings,
Juan Atkins,
Eli Mardock,
La Düsseldorf,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sonny Sharrock,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Von Mondo,
Wolf Eyes,
The Grass Roots,
Cal Tjader,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Eve St. Jones,
X-102,
CMW,
Supertramp,
Barry Ungar,
Ultimate Spinach,
Young Marble Giants,
Lou Christie,
Terry Callier,
Gichy Dan,
Los Fastidios,
Mars,
Infiniti,
Janne Schatter,
Mr. Review,
Sarah Menescal,
Vladislav Delay,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Five Americans,
Bang On A Can,
The Durutti Column,
Unrelated Segments,
Boogie Down Productions,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
E-Dancer,
The Monochrome Set,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Adolescents,
Skriet,
Kerri Chandler,
Motorama, Motorama, Motorama, Motorama.
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.