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 Ivory Coast and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 spring reverb 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 Bang on a Can All-Stars to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Sight & Sound. All the underground hits.
All The Leaves tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fugazi record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an oboe and a harpsichord 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 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agent Orange,
Shuggie Otis,
the Association,
Scion,
Deakin,
T. Rex,
New York Dolls,
The Birthday Party,
Fad Gadget,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Joyce Sims,
Circle Jerks,
Crash Course in Science,
Kas Product,
ABBA,
Gong,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Archie Shepp,
The Alarm Clocks,
Alice Coltrane,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Outsiders,
Joy Division,
Skarface,
Nico,
The Leaves,
The Selecter,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Shadows of Knight,
Maleditus Sound,
Scientists,
Metal Thangz,
Ornette Coleman,
Eric B and Rakim,
Average White Band,
Rites of Spring,
The Blackbyrds,
Neu!,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
K-Klass,
Connie Case,
Sonic Youth,
The Busters,
Pagans,
The Saints,
Bluetip,
Delta 5,
The Gladiators,
MC5,
H. Thieme,
48th St. Collective,
Altered Images,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Pantytec,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Model 500,
10cc,
Eric Copeland,
Erykah Badu,
Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy.
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.