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 Belgium and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and London.
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 güiro 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 Quadrant to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Jeru the Damaja. All the underground hits.
All Subhumans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every This Heat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Saints,
Bluetip,
Girls At Our Best!,
MC5,
The Fall,
Warren Ellis,
The Offenders,
Crash Course in Science,
Traffic Nightmare,
Goldenarms,
Tres Demented,
Byron Stingily,
The Doobie Brothers,
Whodini,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Gichy Dan,
Sonny Sharrock,
Silicon Teens,
Stetsasonic,
Schoolly D,
La Düsseldorf,
Fad Gadget,
Kenny Larkin,
Make Up,
Rod Modell,
China Crisis,
Jeru the Damaja,
the Bar-Kays,
Popol Vuh,
Jandek,
Bill Near,
AZ,
Donny Hathaway,
Eric Dolphy,
T. Rex,
Janne Schatter,
R.M.O.,
Lakeside,
The Kinks,
Charles Mingus,
Ralphi Rosario,
Faraquet,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
H. Thieme,
Q and Not U,
The Searchers,
U.S. Maple,
Excepter,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Modern Lovers,
Sexual Harrassment,
Dave Gahan,
Lungfish,
K-Klass,
Organ,
Isaac Hayes,
L. Decosne,
Nik Kershaw,
Guru Guru,
Letta Mbulu,
The Wake,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T.
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.