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 Slovenia and from Winnipeg.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 spring reverb 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 Drive Like Jehu to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Spandau Ballet. All the underground hits.
All The Residents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moby Grape 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Teenage Jesus and the Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
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,
The Offenders,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Grey Daturas,
Dead Boys,
Marvin Gaye,
Deadbeat,
Masters at Work,
Steve Hackett,
Gang Starr,
Depeche Mode,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Cowsills,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Supertramp,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Associates,
Fatback Band,
Skaos,
Joyce Sims,
Lebanon Hanover,
Kurtis Blow,
The Trojans,
Cheater Slicks,
Average White Band,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Faust,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Invisible,
Albert Ayler,
Public Image Ltd.,
Bootsy Collins,
Joe Smooth,
Popol Vuh,
Warren Ellis,
Todd Terry,
Rites of Spring,
the Normal,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Quando Quango,
Soul II Soul,
The Doors,
Franke,
The Last Poets,
T. Rex,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Sound,
Wasted Youth,
Henry Cow,
Mad Mike,
Mark Hollis,
The Skatalites,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Q and Not U,
Buzzcocks,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Reagan Youth,
Half Japanese,
Tommy Roe,
Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya.
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.