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 Zambia and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 harpsichord 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 Subhumans to the dance 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 John Cale. All the underground hits.
All Letta Mbulu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Saccharine Trust record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 snare 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 a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heaven 17,
Bang On A Can,
Anakelly,
Kurtis Blow,
Roxy Music,
Henry Cow,
Colin Newman,
Throbbing Gristle,
Visage,
L. Decosne,
The Skatalites,
Slave,
The Gories,
Inner City,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Doobie Brothers,
Crooked Eye,
Isaac Hayes,
Sun Ra,
Kas Product,
Kool Moe Dee,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Kayak,
The Zeros,
Brand Nubian,
The Doors,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Flipper,
Oneida,
Zapp,
Trumans Water,
Sparks,
The Names,
Robert Görl,
Joey Negro,
Eric B and Rakim,
Janne Schatter,
Carl Craig,
Pharoah Sanders,
World's Most,
Ice-T,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Move,
Marc Almond,
Boz Scaggs,
Sandy B,
Scrapy,
The Black Dice,
The Velvet Underground,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Jacques Brel,
Vainqueur,
La Düsseldorf,
The Litter,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Tomorrow,
The Grass Roots,
The Searchers,
New York Dolls,
The Pretty Things,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago.
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.