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 Micronesia and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Fluxion to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Tommy Roe. All the underground hits.
All E-Dancer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rod Modell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator 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 linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hasil Adkins,
T.S.O.L.,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Wake,
Deadbeat,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Icehouse,
Circle Jerks,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Hashim,
the Slits,
the Bar-Kays,
Agitation Free,
Eddi Front,
Barry Ungar,
Alison Limerick,
The Remains,
The Music Machine,
Intrusion,
Black Bananas,
Lakeside,
Gregory Isaacs,
Robert Wyatt,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Letta Mbulu,
Matthew Bourne,
Newcleus,
Idris Muhammad,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Evens,
Bill Near,
Glambeats Corp.,
Judy Mowatt,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Chrome,
Scan 7,
Aural Exciters,
Cybotron,
Nils Olav,
Hoover,
Accadde A,
Marvin Gaye,
The Moleskins,
Shoche,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Fall,
LL Cool J,
Robert Görl,
Jeru the Damaja,
Minnie Riperton,
Fluxion,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
MC5,
Rekid,
The Cramps,
Althea and Donna,
Radiohead,
Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon.
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.