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 India and from Madrid.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Eve St. Jones to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Durutti Column. All the underground hits.
All K-Klass tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Procol Harum 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar 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 a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Deakin,
The Standells,
The Move,
Angry Samoans,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Faust,
B.T. Express,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Blancmange,
Whodini,
World's Most,
Ohio Players,
Delta 5,
James White and The Blacks,
Minny Pops,
Jandek,
Tim Buckley,
Funky Four + One,
Maurizio,
Stockholm Monsters,
Eddi Front,
Visage,
Tres Demented,
Popol Vuh,
DJ Sneak,
Tom Boy,
Rapeman,
Lee Hazlewood,
Stiv Bators,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Ituana,
Motorama,
The Alarm Clocks,
FM Einheit,
Thee Headcoats,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Monolake,
Swell Maps,
Sixth Finger,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Cramps,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Motions,
Television Personalities,
John Lydon,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Red Krayola,
The Saints,
Crime,
Hasil Adkins,
Gabor Szabo,
Qualms,
Funkadelic,
Glenn Branca,
Peter & Gordon,
Banda Bassotti,
Joy Division,
Severed Heads,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Rufus Thomas,
Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants.
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.