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 Jordan and from Edmonton.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the 808 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 Bill Near to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Vogues. All the underground hits.
All Banda Bassotti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord 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 sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Los Fastidios,
Radiohead,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Trumans Water,
Soul Sonic Force,
Roger Hodgson,
Black Sheep,
Ornette Coleman,
Joyce Sims,
Scan 7,
James White and The Blacks,
John Cale,
Pulsallama,
Masters at Work,
the Bar-Kays,
The Gories,
The Saints,
Soft Cell,
Maleditus Sound,
John Holt,
Pantytec,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Monolake,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Red Krayola,
Ronan,
Janne Schatter,
Gang Gang Dance,
Chrome,
The Electric Prunes,
Johnny Osbourne,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Qualms,
Susan Cadogan,
Reuben Wilson,
The Real Kids,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Dirtbombs,
Kurtis Blow,
The Barracudas,
Interpol,
Godley & Creme,
DJ Sneak,
Infiniti,
Slave,
The Beau Brummels,
Ten City,
Skarface,
Fear,
Absolute Body Control,
Leonard Cohen,
48th St. Collective,
Harmonia,
Marc Almond,
The Gap Band,
The Star Department,
Chris & Cosey,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sight & Sound,
The Mummies,
Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops.
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.