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 Nicaragua and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Dirtbombs to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Joensuu 1685. All the underground hits.
All John Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Pus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stetsasonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Star Department,
B.T. Express,
Das Ding,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Laurel Aitken,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Gladiators,
Nico,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Jawbox,
The Raincoats,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Index,
Altered Images,
Rod Modell,
Tubeway Army,
Fad Gadget,
Alison Limerick,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Drive Like Jehu,
Mark Hollis,
James White and The Blacks,
The Toasters,
The J.B.'s,
Lou Reed,
Rosa Yemen,
Youth Brigade,
Jeff Lynne,
Supertramp,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
New Age Steppers,
The Flesh Eaters,
The United States of America,
Blossom Toes,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
8 Eyed Spy,
Rhythm & Sound,
Symarip,
Grandmaster Flash,
La Düsseldorf,
Donny Hathaway,
Bronski Beat,
The Misunderstood,
the Swans,
Gastr Del Sol,
Rufus Thomas,
Erasure,
Gang of Four,
The New Christs,
FM Einheit,
Gregory Isaacs,
Quadrant,
Reuben Wilson,
Gang Green,
Deakin,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Marshall Jefferson,
Roxy Music,
Adolescents,
OOIOO,
Black Flag,
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.