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 Denmark and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Slick Rick to the rock 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 Cheater Slicks. All the underground hits.
All June Days tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radio Birdman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 mellotron 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 rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donald Byrd,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Chrome,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Wake,
Pierre Henry,
The American Breed,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Simply Red,
Funky Four + One,
Eve St. Jones,
Crash Course in Science,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Tears for Fears,
Tomorrow,
The Techniques,
The Star Department,
Fugazi,
Connie Case,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Joy Division,
OOIOO,
Frankie Knuckles,
Hasil Adkins,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Altered Images,
Max Romeo,
Derrick Morgan,
DJ Sneak,
Maleditus Sound,
Ossler,
Bad Manners,
Arthur Verocai,
The Mummies,
The Smoke,
David McCallum,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Michelle Simonal,
Gang of Four,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
UT,
Jandek,
The Smiths,
Throbbing Gristle,
Vladislav Delay,
Magma,
Ludus,
Josef K,
Johnny Clarke,
Minnie Riperton,
Barry Ungar,
The Tremeloes,
John Cale,
Derrick May,
CMW,
Heaven 17,
L. Decosne,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
John Foxx,
Marc Almond,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu.
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.