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 Saudi Arabia and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Invisible to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Move. All the underground hits.
All Barrington Levy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Half Japanese record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Unwound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blackbyrds,
Alton Ellis,
Y Pants,
Electric Prunes,
the Bar-Kays,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Gang Gang Dance,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Hot Snakes,
The Saints,
Ossler,
Glambeats Corp.,
Maleditus Sound,
Peter & Gordon,
the Slits,
The J.B.'s,
Schoolly D,
The Mummies,
Leonard Cohen,
UT,
Nico,
Lucky Dragons,
Motorama,
Lalann,
Cecil Taylor,
D'Angelo,
Amon Düül,
Black Flag,
Man Parrish,
Trumans Water,
Nation of Ulysses,
Camouflage,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Black Pus,
Reagan Youth,
Alphaville,
Roger Hodgson,
Guru Guru,
Magazine,
The Dirtbombs,
cv313,
The Blues Magoos,
The Mojo Men,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Unwound,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
John Holt,
Ponytail,
Mission of Burma,
Brick,
Qualms,
The Invisible,
Wings,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Los Fastidios,
Shoche,
Flash Fearless,
Ultra Naté,
The Dave Clark Five,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd..
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
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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.