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 South Africa and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel to the techno 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 Johnny Osbourne. All the underground hits.
All Desert Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Parrish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Barracudas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blancmange,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Skarface,
Hashim,
Nick Fraelich,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Ohio Players,
PIL,
Pagans,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Unwound,
New York Dolls,
The Techniques,
Bad Manners,
Scientists,
Aural Exciters,
The Raincoats,
Godley & Creme,
The Human League,
The Grass Roots,
Grauzone,
Faust,
Lightning Bolt,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Man Parrish,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Freddie Wadling,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Lower 48,
Saccharine Trust,
Black Moon,
Barclay James Harvest,
Janne Schatter,
Half Japanese,
Sixth Finger,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
48th St. Collective,
Au Pairs,
Qualms,
Isaac Hayes,
The Monochrome Set,
Sound Behaviour,
Pharoah Sanders,
Al Stewart,
The Leaves,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Judy Mowatt,
The American Breed,
Darondo,
Scan 7,
Trumans Water,
The Cowsills,
Johnny Clarke,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Bobby Womack,
Gichy Dan,
David McCallum,
The Young Rascals,
Soft Machine,
Eurythmics,
Bob Dylan,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Q and Not U,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo.
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.