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 New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 marimba 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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Nas. All the underground hits.
All The Vogues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flipper 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dawn Penn record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Gil Scott Heron,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Kool Moe Dee,
Ice-T,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Tears for Fears,
The Slackers,
Lalo Schifrin,
Minutemen,
Joensuu 1685,
Archie Shepp,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
China Crisis,
Terrestrial Tones,
Shoche,
The Fire Engines,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Unwound,
Stetsasonic,
Lou Christie,
Danielle Patucci,
The Raincoats,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Qualms,
The Happenings,
The Doors,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Saints,
Mission of Burma,
Chrome,
The Young Rascals,
Bush Tetras,
Erykah Badu,
the Normal,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Livin' Joy,
Quantec,
Bobby Sherman,
Sixth Finger,
The Neon Judgement,
Godley & Creme,
The Count Five,
Niagra,
Oblivians,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Gang Gang Dance,
Moby Grape,
Lee Hazlewood,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Newcleus,
Excepter,
The Real Kids,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Ken Boothe,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
MC5,
10cc,
Hot Snakes,
Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag.
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.