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 Sierra Leone and from Calgary.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Little Man to the electroclash 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 Whodini. All the underground hits.
All Funky Four + One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Davy DMX 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron 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 marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heaven 17,
Dead Boys,
Cheater Slicks,
The Residents,
Deepchord,
Mission of Burma,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Robert Görl,
Country Teasers,
Dark Day,
Dual Sessions,
Warren Ellis,
Surgeon,
Khruangbin,
Theoretical Girls,
Michelle Simonal,
Babytalk,
The American Breed,
The Flesh Eaters,
Arab on Radar,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Marine Girls,
The Neon Judgement,
Silicon Teens,
Aaron Thompson,
Drexciya,
Black Sheep,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Swans,
Bobby Womack,
Soul Sonic Force,
DJ Style,
The Dirtbombs,
kango's stein massive,
Public Enemy,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
David Axelrod,
Rites of Spring,
Terry Callier,
The Searchers,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Mars,
Rufus Thomas,
Crooked Eye,
The Golliwogs,
Lucky Dragons,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Eve St. Jones,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
F. McDonald,
LL Cool J,
Big Daddy Kane,
Accadde A,
Cecil Taylor,
Flash Fearless,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
the Germs,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Nirvana,
Jandek,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sonny Sharrock,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Litter,
James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks.
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.