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 Liechtenstein and from Houston.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
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 Sight & Sound to the dance 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 Gichy Dan. All the underground hits.
All Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Half Japanese 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet 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 oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
John Cale,
Ituana,
Youth Brigade,
Magma,
David Bowie,
The Residents,
The Durutti Column,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Neon Judgement,
Eddi Front,
Panda Bear,
the Association,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Carl Craig,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Misunderstood,
Eden Ahbez,
Thee Headcoats,
Lou Reed,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Harry Pussy,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sugar Minott,
CMW,
X-102,
Shoche,
John Foxx,
The Velvet Underground,
Black Moon,
Dead Boys,
Bizarre Inc.,
Absolute Body Control,
Fugazi,
Wolf Eyes,
KRS-One,
Peter and Kerry,
Tropical Tobacco,
Bad Manners,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Happenings,
Technova,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Average White Band,
Boogie Down Productions,
AZ,
Radiohead,
Trumans Water,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Liliput,
Peter & Gordon,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Jerry's Kids,
Hot Snakes,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Move,
Flash Fearless,
Pantytec,
Dave Gahan,
the Sonics,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
One Last Wish,
The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds.
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.