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 Belgium and from Bremen.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Fifty Foot Hose to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Kings Of Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All A Flock of Seagulls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Adolescents record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 Radiopuhelimet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul II Soul,
Ohio Players,
The Cowsills,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Pantaleimon,
Cameo,
Scott Walker,
The Smiths,
Vladislav Delay,
Al Stewart,
The Pretty Things,
Joey Negro,
Patti Smith,
Arcadia,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Young Rascals,
The Raincoats,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Derrick Morgan,
Absolute Body Control,
Traffic Nightmare,
Tears for Fears,
Joensuu 1685,
Aaron Thompson,
The Dave Clark Five,
Gil Scott Heron,
Soft Cell,
Glenn Branca,
Desert Stars,
Los Fastidios,
Sun City Girls,
the Bar-Kays,
The Saints,
Ornette Coleman,
Bronski Beat,
Donny Hathaway,
The Modern Lovers,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Gang Green,
The Shadows of Knight,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Freddie Wadling,
Erykah Badu,
Iggy Pop,
The Last Poets,
The Alarm Clocks,
H. Thieme,
The Dead C,
Howard Jones,
Delon & Dalcan,
Alphaville,
The Slits,
Swans,
Avey Tare,
Procol Harum,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Jesper Dahlback,
the Association,
Bootsy Collins,
The Standells,
EPMD,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282.
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.