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 Laos 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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the guitar 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 Brass Construction to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Basic Channel. All the underground hits.
All Half Japanese tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Kinks 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Normal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Josef K,
Swans,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Jeru the Damaja,
James Chance & The Contortions,
OOIOO,
Black Bananas,
Magma,
The Count Five,
E-Dancer,
Zapp,
Quando Quango,
Echospace,
EPMD,
Yaz,
The Names,
MC5,
Ultra Naté,
Black Sheep,
Bang On A Can,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Roy Ayers,
Trumans Water,
Tres Demented,
Dawn Penn,
The United States of America,
Hashim,
kango's stein massive,
The Gladiators,
Pole,
Gichy Dan,
Essential Logic,
Moby Grape,
Au Pairs,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Rod Modell,
China Crisis,
This Heat,
Harpers Bizarre,
Boogie Down Productions,
Lou Christie,
Model 500,
The Monochrome Set,
Rotary Connection,
Marmalade,
L. Decosne,
Davy DMX,
The Fire Engines,
Brick,
The Sound,
Saccharine Trust,
the Bar-Kays,
Eddi Front,
Isaac Hayes,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Kinks,
The Move,
Wally Richardson,
Stetsasonic,
Underground Resistance,
Gang Starr,
Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter.
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.