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 Indonesia and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the 808 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 In Retrospect to the grunge 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 T.S.O.L.. All the underground hits.
All Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Y Pants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oppenheimer Analysis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
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,
Nils Olav,
Fluxion,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Soul II Soul,
DJ Sneak,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Fall,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Radio Birdman,
The Smiths,
Arthur Verocai,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Stooges,
Mission of Burma,
Panda Bear,
The Gun Club,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Joe Finger,
Rekid,
Marcia Griffiths,
Gang Green,
Hot Snakes,
Donald Byrd,
The Index,
Hashim,
Nico,
Arab on Radar,
Magma,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Techniques,
Main Source,
The Invisible,
Eric Dolphy,
Radiohead,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Alarm Clocks,
Matthew Bourne,
Oneida,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Black Bananas,
Al Stewart,
Goldenarms,
Joy Division,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Pet Shop Boys,
Gastr Del Sol,
Scan 7,
Maleditus Sound,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Rotary Connection,
Masters at Work,
The Raincoats,
Qualms,
Oblivians,
The Moleskins,
These Immortal Souls,
Lungfish,
The Cowsills,
Japan,
Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls.
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.