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 Congo and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Lightning Bolt to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Index. All the underground hits.
All Jeru the Damaja tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Beasts of Bourbon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joey Negro record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
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,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Beau Brummels,
Echospace,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Grandmaster Flash,
Delta 5,
The Move,
The Modern Lovers,
Fluxion,
Ponytail,
Model 500,
Darondo,
the Germs,
Pet Shop Boys,
Stockholm Monsters,
Graham Central Station,
Section 25,
The Selecter,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Kinks,
Slave,
Nils Olav,
Nas,
Andrew Hill,
Delon & Dalcan,
Soft Cell,
Organ,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Aural Exciters,
David McCallum,
Derrick May,
Radiopuhelimet,
John Cale,
Harry Pussy,
Jacques Brel,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Residents,
The Toasters,
The Victims,
Make Up,
Traffic Nightmare,
Mary Jane Girls,
Beasts of Bourbon,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Tom Boy,
The Mojo Men,
Roy Ayers,
Connie Case,
K-Klass,
Boogie Down Productions,
Rufus Thomas,
The Stooges,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Mandrill,
Sight & Sound,
Chris & Cosey,
The Smoke,
Nick Fraelich,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye.
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.