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 Sweden and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Monolake to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Cybotron. All the underground hits.
All Isaac Hayes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quadrant record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb 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 an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funkadelic,
Metal Thangz,
The Residents,
Suburban Knight,
Cecil Taylor,
Surgeon,
Icehouse,
Lungfish,
Fad Gadget,
Kerri Chandler,
Pharoah Sanders,
Camberwell Now,
Lee Hazlewood,
Brand Nubian,
Scrapy,
Kurtis Blow,
Sun Ra,
The Buckinghams,
The Electric Prunes,
David Bowie,
The Smoke,
The Cowsills,
Black Pus,
Sugar Minott,
Jeru the Damaja,
Glenn Branca,
Index,
Gichy Dan,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sound Behaviour,
Suicide,
Erasure,
Deadbeat,
Cal Tjader,
10cc,
The Fuzztones,
Graham Central Station,
Television Personalities,
Agitation Free,
Yaz,
The Names,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Hot Snakes,
Skriet,
Mark Hollis,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Q and Not U,
The Skatalites,
Intrusion,
Newcleus,
Neu!,
Black Moon,
Leonard Cohen,
Bang On A Can,
the Slits,
H. Thieme,
The Victims,
E-Dancer,
Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz.
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.