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 Ivory Coast and from Mexico City.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Electric Prunes to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Judy Mowatt. All the underground hits.
All Joe Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a sitar and a chamberlin 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 marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rites of Spring,
Sex Pistols,
June of 44,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Gang Starr,
The Dirtbombs,
The Trojans,
The Smoke,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Neil Young,
Anakelly,
In Retrospect,
Nico,
Suburban Knight,
Newcleus,
The Leaves,
Dave Gahan,
Lalann,
Bill Near,
Arcadia,
JFA,
Sugar Minott,
Rosa Yemen,
Panda Bear,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sister Nancy,
Stockholm Monsters,
Lee Hazlewood,
Urselle,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Bootsy Collins,
Isaac Hayes,
L. Decosne,
Kayak,
Saccharine Trust,
Eddi Front,
Roy Ayers,
Duran Duran,
Stereo Dub,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Smiths,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Arthur Verocai,
DJ Style,
The Buckinghams,
The Moleskins,
Adolescents,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Litter,
Minor Threat,
Tom Boy,
Accadde A,
Aaron Thompson,
Cheater Slicks,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Shadows of Knight,
Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill.
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.