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 Kiribati and from Manchester.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Jakarta.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron 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 The Cosmic Jokers to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Durutti Column. All the underground hits.
All Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Wells record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 guitar and a synthesizer 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 clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Searchers,
Donald Byrd,
Soul II Soul,
Angry Samoans,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Buckinghams,
Joe Smooth,
Al Stewart,
the Soft Cell,
Crooked Eye,
Ronan,
Joy Division,
Minny Pops,
Mantronix,
The Divine Comedy,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Sonics,
Robert Görl,
Radiopuhelimet,
Whodini,
Wasted Youth,
Kayak,
Gerry Rafferty,
Hasil Adkins,
The Doors,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Groovy Waters,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Isaac Hayes,
Mr. Review,
In Retrospect,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Thee Headcoats,
Brothers Johnson,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Royal Trux,
Circle Jerks,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Albert Ayler,
Marmalade,
Sixth Finger,
Eli Mardock,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Idris Muhammad,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Rod Modell,
Minnie Riperton,
Yazoo,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Crash Course in Science,
Henry Cow,
Hoover,
Freddie Wadling,
Von Mondo,
The Monochrome Set,
The Invisible,
The Selecter,
Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth.
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.