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 Brazil and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Hoover to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Kurtis Blow. All the underground hits.
All Stockholm Monsters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 spring reverb and a linndrum 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 harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pylon,
Oneida,
Wasted Youth,
Excepter,
Index,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Susan Cadogan,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Monochrome Set,
Minutemen,
Ornette Coleman,
Roy Ayers,
Jandek,
Cheater Slicks,
The Monks,
Unrelated Segments,
John Lydon,
Kurtis Blow,
Alphaville,
Brass Construction,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Eric Copeland,
The Searchers,
Sound Behaviour,
Eric Dolphy,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Godley & Creme,
Kenny Larkin,
Joey Negro,
The Mummies,
Mandrill,
Metal Thangz,
Neil Young,
DJ Style,
Spandau Ballet,
Pierre Henry,
Blossom Toes,
Scientists,
The Smoke,
Zapp,
Minnie Riperton,
Magazine,
Deakin,
F. McDonald,
Pet Shop Boys,
Public Enemy,
Robert Hood,
Nation of Ulysses,
Donny Hathaway,
Morten Harket,
Camberwell Now,
Pussy Galore,
Ituana,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Todd Terry,
Harmonia,
The Grass Roots,
Black Bananas,
Scan 7,
Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff.
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.