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 Slovenia and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 Milan and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Hoover to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Visage. All the underground hits.
All Country Joe & The Fish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Standells record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 theremin and an arpeggiator 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 chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hashim,
Albert Ayler,
The Gap Band,
the Sonics,
Harry Pussy,
The Move,
E-Dancer,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Jandek,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Television Personalities,
The Monochrome Set,
Tim Buckley,
Guru Guru,
Avey Tare,
Black Pus,
A Certain Ratio,
The Toasters,
One Last Wish,
Cymande,
Zero Boys,
Andrew Hill,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sun City Girls,
ABC,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Brass Construction,
Dennis Brown,
The Names,
Minnie Riperton,
Bobby Womack,
the Slits,
The Doobie Brothers,
Blancmange,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Alison Limerick,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Wake,
Nirvana,
The Modern Lovers,
Gong,
the Association,
Essential Logic,
Fad Gadget,
Bill Wells,
Rotary Connection,
Audionom,
Derrick Morgan,
Con Funk Shun,
Popol Vuh,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Groovy Waters,
Mantronix,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Fall,
Goldenarms,
Kerrie Biddell,
UT,
Morten Harket,
Little Man,
Scratch Acid,
Bobby Byrd,
The Index,
Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan.
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.