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 Serbia and from Shanghai.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Young Rascals to the rap 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 Gang Gang Dance. All the underground hits.
All Piero Umiliani tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris Corsano record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terrestrial Tones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yaz,
China Crisis,
The Smiths,
Index,
Amon Düül II,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Dead C,
The J.B.'s,
Suburban Knight,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Blues Magoos,
Reuben Wilson,
Lebanon Hanover,
Jandek,
Procol Harum,
Blancmange,
Bootsy Collins,
Soft Cell,
Wally Richardson,
the Sonics,
Dual Sessions,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Grey Daturas,
John Foxx,
David McCallum,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Flamin' Groovies,
Jeff Lynne,
Susan Cadogan,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Infiniti,
Depeche Mode,
Derrick May,
Adolescents,
ABC,
Electric Prunes,
Liliput,
Sixth Finger,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Minny Pops,
Guru Guru,
Grauzone,
Marmalade,
New Age Steppers,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
L. Decosne,
Dorothy Ashby,
Ken Boothe,
Mission of Burma,
Cybotron,
Scan 7,
Man Eating Sloth,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Tubeway Army,
Rufus Thomas,
Fela Kuti,
Excepter,
Funky Four + One,
Erykah Badu,
Neil Young,
The Durutti Column,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu.
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.