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 Qatar and from Accra.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Unwound to the grunge 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 Magazine. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronnie Foster 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MC5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wasted Youth,
Bad Manners,
Kurtis Blow,
Crime,
The New Christs,
Bang On A Can,
Q and Not U,
Black Sheep,
Adolescents,
U.S. Maple,
Jeff Mills,
Blancmange,
David McCallum,
The Evens,
Pulsallama,
Jandek,
FM Einheit,
Sun City Girls,
Bob Dylan,
Rites of Spring,
Gil Scott Heron,
Television,
Lou Christie,
Theoretical Girls,
Joey Negro,
the Germs,
Public Image Ltd.,
Todd Rundgren,
R.M.O.,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Minutemen,
Fat Boys,
Joyce Sims,
Jacob Miller,
The Raincoats,
The Walker Brothers,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Procol Harum,
Avey Tare,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Gregory Isaacs,
Eric B and Rakim,
Arthur Verocai,
Josef K,
Delta 5,
Shoche,
Basic Channel,
Ken Boothe,
The Gun Club,
Glenn Branca,
Scrapy,
The Offenders,
Kaleidoscope,
The Flesh Eaters,
Funky Four + One,
Jeru the Damaja,
Idris Muhammad,
Television Personalities,
The Electric Prunes,
Ronan,
Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans.
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.