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 Vietnam and from Manchester.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Fire Engines to the crunk 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 Raincoats. All the underground hits.
All Oppenheimer Analysis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Gang Dance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar 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 synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Howard Jones,
Johnny Clarke,
The Invisible,
DJ Sneak,
Bauhaus,
Gerry Rafferty,
Rakim,
The Remains,
Neil Young,
Rotary Connection,
Black Sheep,
Susan Cadogan,
Jacques Brel,
The Music Machine,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Bill Wells,
The Velvet Underground,
The Kinks,
the Slits,
Slick Rick,
The New Christs,
Icehouse,
Sex Pistols,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Matthew Halsall,
Matthew Bourne,
Reuben Wilson,
Lou Christie,
Electric Prunes,
the Association,
Joey Negro,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Roger Hodgson,
Television Personalities,
The Gun Club,
Spoonie Gee,
Moss Icon,
The Fugs,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Moody Blues,
Soulsonic Force,
The Shadows of Knight,
Godley & Creme,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Supertramp,
Y Pants,
Dual Sessions,
Country Teasers,
June Days,
Depeche Mode,
Intrusion,
The Saints,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
X-Ray Spex,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Scan 7,
Nico,
Brand Nubian,
Mission of Burma,
Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles.
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.