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 Iraq and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Five Americans to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Nico. All the underground hits.
All John Lydon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Procol Harum record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro 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 chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pere Ubu,
The Move,
Gastr Del Sol,
Scratch Acid,
Young Marble Giants,
OOIOO,
The Moleskins,
Aswad,
The Offenders,
Jimmy McGriff,
Hasil Adkins,
JFA,
the Swans,
T.S.O.L.,
Nico,
Gabor Szabo,
Infiniti,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Alarm Clocks,
E-Dancer,
Tomorrow,
Gichy Dan,
Sonny Sharrock,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Fela Kuti,
Index,
Bobby Byrd,
Agent Orange,
The Gun Club,
Porter Ricks,
The Gladiators,
Drive Like Jehu,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Dave Clark Five,
Ituana,
X-Ray Spex,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Magazine,
Zero Boys,
Pantaleimon,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Little Man,
Suicide,
Harmonia,
Pierre Henry,
Desert Stars,
Donny Hathaway,
Rufus Thomas,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sun Ra,
Freddie Wadling,
The Wake,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sixth Finger,
The Neon Judgement,
Lungfish,
Ten City,
The Vogues,
Arcadia,
Gerry Rafferty,
Deakin, Deakin, Deakin, Deakin.
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.