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 Israel and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Donald Fagen 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 FM Einheit to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Man Eating Sloth. All the underground hits.
All Bronski Beat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joy Division record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes 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 mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alton Ellis,
Kurtis Blow,
Ponytail,
Bootsy Collins,
Franke,
Little Man,
Janne Schatter,
Gichy Dan,
Scott Walker,
Chrome,
Intrusion,
China Crisis,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Tropical Tobacco,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Ronnie Foster,
Oneida,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Cowsills,
Minutemen,
The Grass Roots,
Rufus Thomas,
Sexual Harrassment,
New York Dolls,
EPMD,
The Star Department,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Hoover,
Eddi Front,
Bush Tetras,
Yellowson,
Pet Shop Boys,
Roxette,
Half Japanese,
Blake Baxter,
John Coltrane,
The Young Rascals,
Agitation Free,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Parry Music,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Martian,
Q65,
Barbara Tucker,
kango's stein massive,
Tom Boy,
Minnie Riperton,
Swans,
Neil Young,
Clear Light,
the Sonics,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Alarm Clocks,
Audionom,
T.S.O.L.,
Crash Course in Science,
The Fall,
Banda Bassotti,
The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers.
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.