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 Germany and from Paris.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 New Christs 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 Tres Demented. All the underground hits.
All Kool Moe Dee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vladislav Delay record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a UT record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Bluetip,
Deadbeat,
Kaleidoscope,
The Cramps,
Alton Ellis,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Boogie Down Productions,
Absolute Body Control,
Howard Jones,
David Axelrod,
Technova,
Joyce Sims,
The Cure,
Arthur Verocai,
Public Enemy,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Star Department,
Tomorrow,
Jawbox,
Bronski Beat,
Erykah Badu,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Faraquet,
Audionom,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Bobby Womack,
Average White Band,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Ponytail,
Cheater Slicks,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Searchers,
Spandau Ballet,
Popol Vuh,
Minny Pops,
Depeche Mode,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
cv313,
Spoonie Gee,
The Gap Band,
Simply Red,
Bill Wells,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Walker Brothers,
Ronan,
Gang Starr,
Unwound,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Peter & Gordon,
The United States of America,
Chrome,
Delta 5,
Adolescents,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine.
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.