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 Ivory Coast and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 The Offenders to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Bang On A Can. All the underground hits.
All Jandek tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Curtis Mayfield record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a güiro and a chamberlin 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 organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Isaac Hayes,
Suburban Knight,
Al Stewart,
Gerry Rafferty,
Essential Logic,
Charles Mingus,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Youth Brigade,
Thompson Twins,
48th St. Collective,
Sexual Harrassment,
cv313,
Grey Daturas,
Roy Ayers,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Das Ding,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Deepchord,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Slackers,
Delon & Dalcan,
Index,
David McCallum,
Alphaville,
Agitation Free,
Pantaleimon,
Mary Jane Girls,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Fugs,
The Doors,
Pierre Henry,
Accadde A,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The United States of America,
Skriet,
Yellowson,
Tom Boy,
The Victims,
Letta Mbulu,
Patti Smith,
Nick Fraelich,
The Gun Club,
Gong,
Sarah Menescal,
Jerry's Kids,
Monolake,
Scion,
Dave Gahan,
PIL,
Ice-T,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sugar Minott,
The Electric Prunes,
Quadrant,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Rhythm & Sound,
Faust,
Tommy Roe,
Electric Prunes,
The Index,
Aloha Tigers,
The Saints,
a-ha, a-ha, a-ha, a-ha.
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.