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 Senegal and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Lou Reed 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 F. McDonald to the punk 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 Lee Hazlewood. All the underground hits.
All Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Strawberry Alarm Clock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul Sonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry's Kids,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Judy Mowatt,
Kurtis Blow,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
John Lydon,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
T.S.O.L.,
Pussy Galore,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Magazine,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Tubeway Army,
Symarip,
The Human League,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Unwound,
Eric Copeland,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Fortunes,
Sarah Menescal,
Eurythmics,
Marshall Jefferson,
Procol Harum,
The Electric Prunes,
Godley & Creme,
Scan 7,
Pagans,
Glambeats Corp.,
Barry Ungar,
X-Ray Spex,
Robert Görl,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Nik Kershaw,
Half Japanese,
Bill Wells,
Dead Boys,
Moebius,
Schoolly D,
Cymande,
Wolf Eyes,
Avey Tare,
Vainqueur,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Pantaleimon,
Joensuu 1685,
Section 25,
Neil Young,
Marmalade,
Warren Ellis,
Ludus,
Lindisfarne,
Boredoms,
Dawn Penn,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Trojans,
The Fuzztones,
Flipper,
UT,
Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers.
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.