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 Malta and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 Bremen and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Quantec to the rap 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 Rufus Thomas. All the underground hits.
All Electric Light Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Dolphy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar 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 guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Seeds,
The Dave Clark Five,
Youth Brigade,
the Bar-Kays,
Ituana,
Skarface,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Fuzztones,
Moebius,
Cluster,
Aural Exciters,
Robert Wyatt,
The Smoke,
Peter and Kerry,
Rufus Thomas,
UT,
Crash Course in Science,
the Association,
Sight & Sound,
Barbara Tucker,
Pharoah Sanders,
Matthew Bourne,
Malaria!,
Reuben Wilson,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Golliwogs,
Hasil Adkins,
The Happenings,
Jandek,
Harpers Bizarre,
KRS-One,
The Cowsills,
B.T. Express,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Ice-T,
The Cure,
The Techniques,
Juan Atkins,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Amon Düül,
X-101,
Chris Corsano,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Red Krayola,
Fifty Foot Hose,
DJ Style,
Newcleus,
Fat Boys,
Drive Like Jehu,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Thompson Twins,
Donald Byrd,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Warsaw,
Essential Logic,
The Fall,
Yazoo,
Index,
the Germs,
Agent Orange,
Minutemen,
John Foxx,
Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub.
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.