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 Australia and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the oboe 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 Agitation Free to the rock 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 Albert Ayler. All the underground hits.
All The Cosmic Jokers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Justin Hinds & The Dominoes 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
JFA,
Bizarre Inc.,
Ultimate Spinach,
Gregory Isaacs,
Arthur Verocai,
Albert Ayler,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Outsiders,
The Happenings,
Laurel Aitken,
Skaos,
Faust,
Swans,
Alton Ellis,
The Sound,
Mo-Dettes,
Banda Bassotti,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Leonard Cohen,
The Smoke,
Kevin Saunderson,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Organ,
The Modern Lovers,
Wire,
The Moleskins,
Scientists,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Livin' Joy,
Ponytail,
The Dirtbombs,
Warsaw,
Bang On A Can,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Fire Engines,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Pylon,
Crash Course in Science,
Urselle,
Gang of Four,
Idris Muhammad,
Adolescents,
Tim Buckley,
The Zeros,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Talk Talk,
Kurtis Blow,
Alison Limerick,
Gang Starr,
Gil Scott Heron,
Moby Grape,
Sound Behaviour,
The Monochrome Set,
Can,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Black Pus,
Young Marble Giants,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Rekid,
Royal Trux,
Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims.
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.