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 Burkina and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Ice-T to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Godley & Creme. All the underground hits.
All Harmonia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echospace record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar 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 chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Alison Limerick,
Minnie Riperton,
Shoche,
T.S.O.L.,
June of 44,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Graham Central Station,
Piero Umiliani,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Fifty Foot Hose,
MDC,
Bluetip,
One Last Wish,
John Lydon,
Man Parrish,
Von Mondo,
Sex Pistols,
Ronnie Foster,
Lalo Schifrin,
LL Cool J,
Grey Daturas,
Chrome,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Harmonia,
Lakeside,
Yusef Lateef,
Ludus,
Terry Callier,
Easy Going,
New Age Steppers,
Crispian St. Peters,
F. McDonald,
Pierre Henry,
Robert Görl,
Mantronix,
The Red Krayola,
Main Source,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Skatalites,
Camberwell Now,
The Blackbyrds,
The Moleskins,
the Slits,
John Holt,
Amon Düül II,
Intrusion,
Gerry Rafferty,
Robert Hood,
Gichy Dan,
Monolake,
Loose Ends,
Grauzone,
Unrelated Segments,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Yazoo,
Drexciya,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Ken Boothe,
Sarah Menescal,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Saints,
Pantytec,
Kayak, Kayak, Kayak, Kayak.
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.