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 Romania and from Lyon.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Detroit Cobras to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Flesh Eaters. All the underground hits.
All Boredoms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fat Boys 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 marimba and a theremin 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 snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultimate Spinach,
Ken Boothe,
Sarah Menescal,
Jimmy McGriff,
Liliput,
Skriet,
Nik Kershaw,
Frankie Knuckles,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Dorothy Ashby,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Quadrant,
K-Klass,
Sugar Minott,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Bauhaus,
Nico,
a-ha,
Harpers Bizarre,
Steve Hackett,
The Birthday Party,
Piero Umiliani,
Basic Channel,
The Doors,
Audionom,
Roxette,
Todd Terry,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Rhythm & Sound,
Quando Quango,
H. Thieme,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Seeds,
Funkadelic,
Marine Girls,
Isaac Hayes,
Idris Muhammad,
the Association,
Rod Modell,
The Red Krayola,
Stockholm Monsters,
Pierre Henry,
Dennis Brown,
The Trojans,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Ronan,
The Flesh Eaters,
Aaron Thompson,
Max Romeo,
The Stooges,
Eyeless In Gaza,
E-Dancer,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Pet Shop Boys,
Michelle Simonal,
Motorama,
Stetsasonic,
Tim Buckley,
Aloha Tigers,
Soft Cell,
The Knickerbockers,
Black Flag,
Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson.
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.