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 Kenya and from Milan.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Gregory Isaacs 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 the Slits. All the underground hits.
All Livin' Joy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Groovy Waters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suburban Knight,
FM Einheit,
Flash Fearless,
Bad Manners,
Lungfish,
Quando Quango,
Radio Birdman,
Faraquet,
Drexciya,
Sparks,
The Fall,
Kerrie Biddell,
Aswad,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Traffic Nightmare,
Michelle Simonal,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Doors,
Kas Product,
Godley & Creme,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Chrome,
The Durutti Column,
Circle Jerks,
Kurtis Blow,
Das Ding,
Tres Demented,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Fuzztones,
Mars,
Pussy Galore,
Mo-Dettes,
Thee Headcoats,
Surgeon,
Black Flag,
Roxette,
Eric Dolphy,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Aloha Tigers,
Q and Not U,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Grandmaster Flash,
Warsaw,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Yusef Lateef,
Brothers Johnson,
The Residents,
The Grass Roots,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Metal Thangz,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Kayak,
Harry Pussy,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
X-Ray Spex,
Warren Ellis,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Slackers,
Funky Four + One,
Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments.
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.