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 Guyana and from Johannesburg.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar 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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Arab on Radar. All the underground hits.
All Massinfluence tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a marimba 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 an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shoche,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Average White Band,
Mantronix,
Minor Threat,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Byron Stingily,
Sugar Minott,
Isaac Hayes,
Swell Maps,
Nation of Ulysses,
Yusef Lateef,
Slave,
Grauzone,
Jandek,
The Dirtbombs,
Jesper Dahlback,
Electric Prunes,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
In Retrospect,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Nick Fraelich,
Aaron Thompson,
Matthew Bourne,
Mad Mike,
Tears for Fears,
Kerri Chandler,
Stetsasonic,
Dawn Penn,
Interpol,
Stiv Bators,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Junior Murvin,
Saccharine Trust,
Flash Fearless,
Spoonie Gee,
The Young Rascals,
Tommy Roe,
Black Pus,
Lucky Dragons,
Circle Jerks,
Barry Ungar,
The Toasters,
Gong,
Bang On A Can,
Gabor Szabo,
Procol Harum,
Swans,
The Buckinghams,
Rapeman,
Technova,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Gregory Isaacs,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Siglo XX,
The Dave Clark Five,
Das Ding,
John Coltrane,
DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style.
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.