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 Gambia and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Lille.
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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Cabaret Voltaire to the electroclash 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 JFA. All the underground hits.
All Max Romeo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amazonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an oboe 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 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T. Rex,
Sun Ra,
The Moleskins,
John Lydon,
The Real Kids,
Lou Christie,
Unwound,
The Detroit Cobras,
Anthony Braxton,
The Dave Clark Five,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Procol Harum,
Model 500,
Man Eating Sloth,
Jandek,
Japan,
Pantytec,
Panda Bear,
The Leaves,
Erasure,
Aloha Tigers,
Kool Moe Dee,
Roger Hodgson,
Moss Icon,
Slave,
Young Marble Giants,
Camouflage,
Metal Thangz,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Gang Gang Dance,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Lucky Dragons,
Q65,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Massinfluence,
New Order,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Angry Samoans,
Derrick May,
World's Most,
The Knickerbockers,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Von Mondo,
Banda Bassotti,
Dennis Brown,
Isaac Hayes,
Radio Birdman,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sixth Finger,
Theoretical Girls,
Faust,
Laurel Aitken,
Graham Central Station,
Niagra,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Q and Not U,
Susan Cadogan,
John Cale, John Cale, John Cale, John Cale.
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.