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 Zimbabwe and from Lyon.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 808 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 Agent Orange to the techno 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 Darondo. All the underground hits.
All Hot Snakes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cabaret Voltaire record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Five Americans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Electric Prunes,
Yusef Lateef,
Japan,
Jeff Mills,
James Chance & The Contortions,
La Düsseldorf,
Laurel Aitken,
Erasure,
the Swans,
Bill Wells,
Marvin Gaye,
JFA,
LL Cool J,
Sight & Sound,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sound Behaviour,
Adolescents,
The Modern Lovers,
Rosa Yemen,
X-101,
World's Most,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Newcleus,
Royal Trux,
Black Bananas,
The Detroit Cobras,
Joensuu 1685,
T.S.O.L.,
Qualms,
Gregory Isaacs,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Echospace,
Cybotron,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Camberwell Now,
Procol Harum,
David Axelrod,
Parry Music,
Heaven 17,
Leonard Cohen,
Kool Moe Dee,
Todd Rundgren,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sexual Harrassment,
Wasted Youth,
K-Klass,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Quadrant,
The Star Department,
Inner City,
Tears for Fears,
Harry Pussy,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Rufus Thomas,
The Black Dice,
The Wake,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Scratch Acid,
Agitation Free,
the Soft Cell,
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.