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 Vietnam and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Skarface to the rock 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 New Age Steppers. All the underground hits.
All Rhythm & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tommy Roe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe 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 oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker,
Nico,
Ossler,
Magazine,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Faraquet,
Laurel Aitken,
The Electric Prunes,
Eric B and Rakim,
Jawbox,
Harry Pussy,
Archie Shepp,
Young Marble Giants,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Adolescents,
Negative Approach,
Donny Hathaway,
Mark Hollis,
Fluxion,
Iggy Pop,
Kayak,
Rapeman,
The Mojo Men,
Jimmy McGriff,
Isaac Hayes,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Tomorrow,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Gong,
Jacques Brel,
Buzzcocks,
Schoolly D,
Procol Harum,
Mo-Dettes,
Talk Talk,
Eurythmics,
Barrington Levy,
The Evens,
Kerri Chandler,
Jeff Mills,
The Blackbyrds,
The New Christs,
John Coltrane,
Jeru the Damaja,
Babytalk,
This Heat,
Metal Thangz,
Clear Light,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Camouflage,
Bobby Womack,
Inner City,
Sarah Menescal,
Wire,
Aural Exciters,
ABC,
Camberwell Now,
The Skatalites,
Bill Near,
Dark Day,
Animal Collective,
Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian.
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.