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 Vanuatu and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
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 Gabor Szabo to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Bobby Byrd. All the underground hits.
All The New Christs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Neon Judgement record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gong record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Little Man,
Ornette Coleman,
Accadde A,
Panda Bear,
Lightning Bolt,
Flash Fearless,
Icehouse,
Hot Snakes,
Scratch Acid,
New Age Steppers,
Silicon Teens,
Rakim,
Agitation Free,
Gregory Isaacs,
Brand Nubian,
Lee Hazlewood,
Gang of Four,
Goldenarms,
Fela Kuti,
The Sisters of Mercy,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Barclay James Harvest,
Faust,
Joe Smooth,
David Axelrod,
The Grass Roots,
Josef K,
Danielle Patucci,
Joensuu 1685,
Niagra,
Boz Scaggs,
Joy Division,
Mr. Review,
Arcadia,
Dawn Penn,
MDC,
Roxette,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Janne Schatter,
Talk Talk,
Saccharine Trust,
The Doobie Brothers,
Swans,
The Skatalites,
Erykah Badu,
Gabor Szabo,
Ituana,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
the Swans,
Sight & Sound,
Bobby Sherman,
Index,
Henry Cow,
Sex Pistols,
Siglo XX,
Pere Ubu,
Pantytec,
Spandau Ballet,
Mantronix,
Animal Collective,
Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica.
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.