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 Tanzania and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Chrome to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Danielle Patucci. All the underground hits.
All Bang on a Can All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Guru Guru record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 sitar and a snare 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 harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nico,
Lungfish,
Eric Copeland,
X-Ray Spex,
Jacob Miller,
Minutemen,
The Names,
Pharoah Sanders,
Infiniti,
Second Layer,
the Human League,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Minnie Riperton,
Erykah Badu,
Niagra,
Howard Jones,
Scientists,
The J.B.'s,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Josef K,
Brick,
Crispy Ambulance,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Deadbeat,
Shoche,
Minor Threat,
The Gun Club,
Arcadia,
Ornette Coleman,
H. Thieme,
Dark Day,
Thee Headcoats,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Techniques,
Rod Modell,
Blancmange,
Easy Going,
The Last Poets,
Max Romeo,
Porter Ricks,
John Coltrane,
Tropical Tobacco,
Au Pairs,
Pulsallama,
Q and Not U,
Prince Buster,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
8 Eyed Spy,
Alice Coltrane,
Pussy Galore,
The Motions,
Susan Cadogan,
Silicon Teens,
Lyres,
Pantaleimon,
Ultravox,
Johnny Clarke,
Marmalade,
Theoretical Girls,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters.
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.