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 Nicaragua and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
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 Pere Ubu to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Lebanon Hanover. All the underground hits.
All Flamin' Groovies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Womack 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slick Rick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
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,
Excepter,
Heaven 17,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Unwound,
The Velvet Underground,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
the Fania All-Stars,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Slackers,
E-Dancer,
Soft Machine,
K-Klass,
Cluster,
JFA,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Slits,
Surgeon,
London Community Gospel Choir,
H. Thieme,
Hasil Adkins,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Kayak,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Rites of Spring,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Bizarre Inc.,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Quando Quango,
X-101,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Brass Construction,
Joy Division,
Ken Boothe,
The Martian,
The Grass Roots,
Robert Wyatt,
Newcleus,
Nirvana,
The Smiths,
Archie Shepp,
Lou Christie,
Flipper,
Fela Kuti,
The Music Machine,
Icehouse,
Organ,
Severed Heads,
Eurythmics,
Donald Byrd,
Infiniti,
Liliput,
Joensuu 1685,
Eve St. Jones,
Rakim,
Pantytec,
Goldenarms,
Connie Case,
Nico,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Jandek, Jandek, Jandek, Jandek.
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.