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 Tonga and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 Taipei and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 organ 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 Chocolate Watch Band to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Man Eating Sloth. All the underground hits.
All The Star Department tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wings record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radiopuhelimet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kas Product,
Ituana,
Vladislav Delay,
Q and Not U,
Gabor Szabo,
Motorama,
Aaron Thompson,
The Standells,
Charles Mingus,
Los Fastidios,
The American Breed,
Ossler,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Bobby Sherman,
Stetsasonic,
Pharoah Sanders,
Parry Music,
Bob Dylan,
The Fortunes,
ABBA,
Black Sheep,
Man Parrish,
Gang Starr,
Bad Manners,
Roger Hodgson,
Maleditus Sound,
Ultimate Spinach,
Aural Exciters,
Sun Ra,
Visage,
Suburban Knight,
The Monks,
These Immortal Souls,
Crash Course in Science,
Gang Gang Dance,
World's Most,
Todd Terry,
Judy Mowatt,
Leonard Cohen,
New Age Steppers,
New York Dolls,
Drexciya,
Bill Wells,
Nick Fraelich,
Brick,
Quadrant,
The Residents,
Make Up,
The Grass Roots,
Mantronix,
E-Dancer,
The Walker Brothers,
The New Christs,
This Heat,
Sarah Menescal,
OOIOO,
Fluxion,
The Litter,
Faust,
The Techniques,
Quantec,
Ponytail,
H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme.
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.