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 Peru and from Johannesburg.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Minor Threat to the rap 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 Toni Rubio. All the underground hits.
All Justin Hinds & The Dominoes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delta 5 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba 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 harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shuggie Otis,
The American Breed,
Echospace,
Neil Young,
Brothers Johnson,
Supertramp,
Suicide,
Mission of Burma,
Gerry Rafferty,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Lou Christie,
Tropical Tobacco,
Tears for Fears,
Henry Cow,
Pet Shop Boys,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Stooges,
Organ,
Altered Images,
Matthew Bourne,
Aaron Thompson,
The Fuzztones,
Bob Dylan,
Monks,
Jeff Lynne,
Delta 5,
Wire,
Skarface,
The Tremeloes,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Susan Cadogan,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Oneida,
Cameo,
Ralphi Rosario,
Kaleidoscope,
Kurtis Blow,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Skatalites,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Dark Day,
Graham Central Station,
The Invisible,
Archie Shepp,
John Foxx,
Roy Ayers,
Pylon,
Marine Girls,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Victims,
Darondo,
Rufus Thomas,
Smog,
F. McDonald,
Joe Finger,
Swell Maps,
Juan Atkins,
Intrusion,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Golliwogs,
The Pop Group,
Vladislav Delay,
Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick.
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.