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 Estonia and from Tokyo.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 J.B.'s to the disco 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 Kerrie Biddell. All the underground hits.
All The Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul II Soul record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flipper record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Talk Talk,
Sparks,
Tomorrow,
Radio Birdman,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Eric Copeland,
Moss Icon,
Soul Sonic Force,
Brass Construction,
Motorama,
Blossom Toes,
Bob Dylan,
Soft Cell,
Yazoo,
One Last Wish,
X-102,
The Fire Engines,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Inner City,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Funkadelic,
Charles Mingus,
Maleditus Sound,
Amazonics,
Donald Byrd,
Wally Richardson,
Harry Pussy,
New Order,
Eric Dolphy,
The Gun Club,
La Düsseldorf,
Gregory Isaacs,
Scrapy,
The Star Department,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The United States of America,
Black Sheep,
Chris Corsano,
Cheater Slicks,
Stetsasonic,
Anthony Braxton,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Goldenarms,
Stiv Bators,
Tears for Fears,
Black Pus,
The Sound,
Quantec,
Cecil Taylor,
Crash Course in Science,
H. Thieme,
Main Source,
The Count Five,
Yellowson,
The Blues Magoos,
Fugazi,
Delta 5,
Erasure,
Adolescents,
The Monks,
Scratch Acid,
Public Enemy,
The Knickerbockers,
Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez.
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.