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 Latvia and from Lille.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Reagan Youth to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 R.M.O.. All the underground hits.
All Blossom Toes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faust 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ 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 sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gastr Del Sol,
Flash Fearless,
D'Angelo,
Reagan Youth,
Television Personalities,
Sister Nancy,
KRS-One,
Mary Jane Girls,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Thompson Twins,
Rufus Thomas,
Eric Dolphy,
The Sonics,
Ludus,
Echospace,
Kas Product,
Fugazi,
The Cure,
Slick Rick,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Heaven 17,
Bootsy Collins,
Moebius,
Blossom Toes,
Barbara Tucker,
Juan Atkins,
Q and Not U,
Spandau Ballet,
The Fuzztones,
Lakeside,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Five Americans,
John Lydon,
Crooked Eye,
Ice-T,
Ornette Coleman,
Ken Boothe,
Girls At Our Best!,
Derrick Morgan,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Detroit Cobras,
John Foxx,
Ponytail,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sun City Girls,
The Sound,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Archie Shepp,
Fad Gadget,
Aswad,
Little Man,
Reuben Wilson,
Marshall Jefferson,
Ultravox,
Depeche Mode,
Warren Ellis,
Eric B and Rakim,
Brick,
Aural Exciters,
the Human League,
the Sonics,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red.
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.