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 Singapore and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 theremin 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 Graham Central Station to the grime 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 Gories. All the underground hits.
All The Grass Roots tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grauzone record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb 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 guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tommy Roe,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
CMW,
Donald Byrd,
Hoover,
These Immortal Souls,
Mars,
The Standells,
Blancmange,
Marcia Griffiths,
Kerrie Biddell,
Bobby Byrd,
Pagans,
the Bar-Kays,
The Misunderstood,
Clear Light,
Eli Mardock,
the Soft Cell,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Happenings,
Robert Görl,
Piero Umiliani,
Hashim,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Dorothy Ashby,
the Normal,
Sly & The Family Stone,
JFA,
Spandau Ballet,
Japan,
Pole,
Easy Going,
Althea and Donna,
Nick Fraelich,
Rekid,
The Electric Prunes,
Agitation Free,
Symarip,
Soft Cell,
Dawn Penn,
ABC,
Max Romeo,
Slick Rick,
Nation of Ulysses,
Gastr Del Sol,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Dave Clark Five,
Adolescents,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Aural Exciters,
Roxy Music,
Index,
Barbara Tucker,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Scott Walker,
Suicide,
Nas,
Morten Harket,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
LL Cool J,
Dark Day,
Stetsasonic,
Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17.
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.