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 Seychelles and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 Accra and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Ten City to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Judy Mowatt. All the underground hits.
All Guru Guru tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Louis and Bebe Barron 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABBA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marmalade,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Desert Stars,
Procol Harum,
A Certain Ratio,
Steve Hackett,
T.S.O.L.,
Albert Ayler,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Von Mondo,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Tim Buckley,
Basic Channel,
Bootsy Collins,
Jesper Dahlback,
Stereo Dub,
Kurtis Blow,
Mission of Burma,
Minny Pops,
Crispy Ambulance,
Drexciya,
Skaos,
In Retrospect,
Judy Mowatt,
Rapeman,
John Cale,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Arab on Radar,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Loose Ends,
Joyce Sims,
Matthew Bourne,
Joe Finger,
Ronan,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sonic Youth,
The Dead C,
Tommy Roe,
Don Cherry,
Joensuu 1685,
Gichy Dan,
Max Romeo,
Junior Murvin,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Alarm Clocks,
Roy Ayers,
Visage,
The Toasters,
Lucky Dragons,
The Neon Judgement,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Nas,
Dawn Penn,
The Misunderstood,
Man Eating Sloth,
Charles Mingus,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Monks,
T. Rex,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Camouflage,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo.
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.