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 Hungary and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 snare 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 Sound Behaviour to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Godley & Creme. All the underground hits.
All Nick Fraelich tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joy Division record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiopuhelimet,
Absolute Body Control,
Vainqueur,
The Skatalites,
Malaria!,
48th St. Collective,
Peter and Kerry,
Rod Modell,
The Flesh Eaters,
Zero Boys,
MDC,
Little Man,
Frankie Knuckles,
Aloha Tigers,
The United States of America,
Angry Samoans,
Wolf Eyes,
Main Source,
Grauzone,
Pulsallama,
Agitation Free,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Amon Düül II,
Cecil Taylor,
Don Cherry,
K-Klass,
Joey Negro,
Arthur Verocai,
Magma,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Matthew Halsall,
These Immortal Souls,
Mo-Dettes,
MC5,
Anthony Braxton,
Jerry's Kids,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Selecter,
PIL,
Porter Ricks,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sällskapet,
The Misunderstood,
B.T. Express,
James White and The Blacks,
8 Eyed Spy,
Radiohead,
Crime,
The Dave Clark Five,
the Normal,
Los Fastidios,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Pop Group,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Jacques Brel,
Public Image Ltd.,
Pagans,
Pole,
Dave Gahan,
Steve Hackett,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo.
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.