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 Barbados and from Delhi.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the marimba 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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch 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 Mr. Review. All the underground hits.
All The Misunderstood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every World's Most record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 marimba and a güiro 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 organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Juan Atkins,
Alphaville,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sällskapet,
Gabor Szabo,
Man Parrish,
Ultimate Spinach,
Curtis Mayfield,
Q and Not U,
New York Dolls,
Drexciya,
The Zeros,
The Star Department,
The Martian,
The Dead C,
Fatback Band,
Brothers Johnson,
Gang Green,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Erykah Badu,
Wolf Eyes,
Motorama,
The Doors,
Big Daddy Kane,
Japan,
Kenny Larkin,
Chris & Cosey,
DJ Style,
Nik Kershaw,
kango's stein massive,
The Move,
Albert Ayler,
Lower 48,
The Associates,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Das Ding,
Marc Almond,
Leonard Cohen,
The Techniques,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Pharoah Sanders,
Pantaleimon,
Mars,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Little Man,
Barbara Tucker,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Von Mondo,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Sound,
Amazonics,
Quadrant,
The Searchers,
X-101,
The Mojo Men,
The Busters,
The Smoke,
Quantec,
The Wake,
Ponytail,
Agitation Free,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Derrick May,
The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes.
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.