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 Paraguay and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Sao Paulo.
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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the marimba 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 The Evens to the rock 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 Girls At Our Best!. All the underground hits.
All the Germs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Charles Mingus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ 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 snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Big Daddy Kane,
Peter and Kerry,
Rosa Yemen,
The Sonics,
The Skatalites,
Crooked Eye,
The Zeros,
Aswad,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Rakim,
H. Thieme,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Cybotron,
Cheater Slicks,
June Days,
David Axelrod,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
In Retrospect,
The Fall,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Gories,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Rekid,
Grandmaster Flash,
Alton Ellis,
Ronnie Foster,
Ituana,
The Martian,
Q65,
Sugar Minott,
Fugazi,
Brass Construction,
Sarah Menescal,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Mojo Men,
Chris Corsano,
Howard Jones,
DJ Style,
Todd Rundgren,
Tom Boy,
Von Mondo,
New York Dolls,
Supertramp,
Public Enemy,
Surgeon,
Japan,
Arcadia,
Mars,
The Dave Clark Five,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Organ,
Joe Finger,
The American Breed,
World's Most,
Das Ding,
Hardrive,
Roger Hodgson,
Sixth Finger,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu.
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.