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 Ivory Coast and from Philadelphia.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Tokyo.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Grass Roots to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Gap Band. All the underground hits.
All Todd Terry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Enemy 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron 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 guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Average White Band,
Half Japanese,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Nico,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
New Age Steppers,
The Fall,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Jeff Lynne,
Babytalk,
Gil Scott Heron,
Rotary Connection,
Patti Smith,
The Modern Lovers,
Camouflage,
Stockholm Monsters,
Robert Wyatt,
The Happenings,
Subhumans,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
a-ha,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Raincoats,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Intrusion,
LL Cool J,
Vladislav Delay,
Henry Cow,
Laurel Aitken,
Pole,
Duran Duran,
The Doobie Brothers,
Lebanon Hanover,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Infiniti,
Mandrill,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Supertramp,
Kerri Chandler,
Cymande,
The Neon Judgement,
T.S.O.L.,
Ituana,
ABBA,
Agitation Free,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Doors,
Unrelated Segments,
Wasted Youth,
Oneida,
Inner City,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Soft Cell,
Eli Mardock,
Eden Ahbez,
Piero Umiliani,
Moebius,
Aural Exciters,
The Knickerbockers,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Blues Magoos,
Pussy Galore,
ABC, ABC, ABC, ABC.
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.