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 Denmark and from Taipei.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Rakim to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Leonard Cohen. All the underground hits.
All Isaac Hayes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sexual Harrassment record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a London Community Gospel Choir record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiopuhelimet,
Dual Sessions,
Radio Birdman,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
World's Most,
R.M.O.,
Siglo XX,
Rufus Thomas,
Oblivians,
This Heat,
the Swans,
Patti Smith,
Alphaville,
Popol Vuh,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Ituana,
Altered Images,
Sound Behaviour,
Janne Schatter,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Remains,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Todd Terry,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
In Retrospect,
Nik Kershaw,
Yazoo,
Charles Mingus,
Laurel Aitken,
Cymande,
Monolake,
Max Romeo,
Sandy B,
Spoonie Gee,
Echospace,
Country Teasers,
Goldenarms,
Gregory Isaacs,
Jacob Miller,
Television,
Sonny Sharrock,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Neil Young,
Bauhaus,
The Techniques,
Black Sheep,
Soulsonic Force,
Cal Tjader,
Bobby Sherman,
The Golliwogs,
Flamin' Groovies,
Althea and Donna,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Gerry Rafferty,
X-Ray Spex,
Quadrant,
The Shadows of Knight,
Andrew Hill,
Excepter, Excepter, Excepter, Excepter.
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.