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 Lebanon and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 Houston and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 oboe 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 crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Young Rascals. All the underground hits.
All Whodini tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Strawberry Alarm Clock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator 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 rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nils Olav,
ABBA,
The Tremeloes,
Sexual Harrassment,
Bang On A Can,
Fela Kuti,
Wings,
Gregory Isaacs,
Subhumans,
Vladislav Delay,
Underground Resistance,
Zapp,
Erasure,
48th St. Collective,
Swell Maps,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
LL Cool J,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Symarip,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Soul II Soul,
Marshall Jefferson,
X-Ray Spex,
Cluster,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Television Personalities,
Tres Demented,
Arcadia,
Altered Images,
New Order,
Barbara Tucker,
Scan 7,
Pole,
Tropical Tobacco,
Lalo Schifrin,
Bad Manners,
Amazonics,
Roy Ayers,
Steve Hackett,
Echospace,
Todd Terry,
Spoonie Gee,
Black Sheep,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Delon & Dalcan,
Rotary Connection,
Moby Grape,
James White and The Blacks,
Brick,
The Offenders,
The Walker Brothers,
Sparks,
Man Eating Sloth,
Tears for Fears,
Gabor Szabo,
June Days,
Pere Ubu,
The United States of America,
Funkadelic,
Crash Course in Science,
Althea and Donna,
Terry Callier,
Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin.
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.