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 Haiti and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 chamberlin 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 The Moody Blues to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Bobby Womack. All the underground hits.
All Bill Wells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Desert Stars 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a marimba 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 clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Bowie,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Black Flag,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Metal Thangz,
Eurythmics,
Swans,
The Cure,
Deepchord,
John Holt,
Unwound,
Scratch Acid,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Simply Red,
Panda Bear,
Inner City,
Todd Terry,
kango's stein massive,
Wings,
Ultimate Spinach,
Harmonia,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sight & Sound,
Black Bananas,
Bobby Byrd,
Nas,
Erykah Badu,
Albert Ayler,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Fuzztones,
Moebius,
Sixth Finger,
Jerry's Kids,
The Doobie Brothers,
Marshall Jefferson,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Silicon Teens,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Yusef Lateef,
Dorothy Ashby,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Kurtis Blow,
The Golliwogs,
Yaz,
Bizarre Inc.,
Boogie Down Productions,
Neil Young,
The Gories,
Rhythm & Sound,
Todd Rundgren,
Cameo,
Max Romeo,
Country Teasers,
Maleditus Sound,
Leonard Cohen,
Mo-Dettes,
Underground Resistance,
Stiv Bators,
The Standells,
Quantec,
Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson.
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.