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 Marshall Islands and from Jakarta.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the sitar 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 Alice Coltrane to the electroclash 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 Curtis Mayfield. All the underground hits.
All The Stooges tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sex Pistols 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Metal Thangz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Cecil Taylor,
Cybotron,
Shoche,
Sonny Sharrock,
Tom Boy,
Make Up,
DJ Style,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Talk Talk,
Boz Scaggs,
Monks,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Surgeon,
Soul II Soul,
Camberwell Now,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Unrelated Segments,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Royal Trux,
Derrick Morgan,
Electric Prunes,
Deakin,
Neu!,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Ultimate Spinach,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Barrington Levy,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
June of 44,
Mandrill,
Sugar Minott,
Siglo XX,
One Last Wish,
Pulsallama,
Bob Dylan,
Blancmange,
Janne Schatter,
Animal Collective,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Minor Threat,
Graham Central Station,
Icehouse,
Chris Corsano,
The Smiths,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
X-Ray Spex,
Scott Walker,
Max Romeo,
Jerry's Kids,
Bizarre Inc.,
Terry Callier,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Young Marble Giants,
Boredoms,
Black Bananas,
The Mojo Men,
The Searchers,
Scrapy,
Kayak,
Yazoo,
The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music 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.