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 Ghana and from Madrid.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 EPMD to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Harmonia. All the underground hits.
All Laurel Aitken tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mad Mike 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet 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 güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skarface,
Dorothy Ashby,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
This Heat,
The Detroit Cobras,
T.S.O.L.,
Drexciya,
The Seeds,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Dave Clark Five,
Derrick Morgan,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Leaves,
Camberwell Now,
Delon & Dalcan,
Basic Channel,
Rufus Thomas,
the Sonics,
Bobby Sherman,
The Litter,
Ultravox,
Oblivians,
the Bar-Kays,
Electric Prunes,
Blake Baxter,
Ituana,
Cal Tjader,
U.S. Maple,
The Vogues,
the Soft Cell,
Bush Tetras,
Johnny Osbourne,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Pagans,
Rapeman,
Morten Harket,
Metal Thangz,
The Dirtbombs,
Johnny Clarke,
Reuben Wilson,
Throbbing Gristle,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Fall,
Nirvana,
Outsiders,
Man Parrish,
Lalo Schifrin,
Q and Not U,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Fugs,
Bobby Byrd,
Jawbox,
Kerri Chandler,
Davy DMX,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Evens,
Reagan Youth,
Mars,
UT,
Aural Exciters,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Ten City, Ten City, Ten City, Ten City.
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.