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 Turkey and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Bologna.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the marimba 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 The Star Department to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Donny Hathaway. All the underground hits.
All The Pop Group tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Patti Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator 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 theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terrestrial Tones,
Pantaleimon,
The Modern Lovers,
B.T. Express,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Gun Club,
Fatback Band,
The Gladiators,
Stockholm Monsters,
Maurizio,
Hashim,
CMW,
the Bar-Kays,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Davy DMX,
Severed Heads,
Joe Finger,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Joyce Sims,
Gang Starr,
The Remains,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Tomorrow,
Eden Ahbez,
Peter & Gordon,
Nick Fraelich,
Essential Logic,
Organ,
The Fire Engines,
X-101,
Joensuu 1685,
Bill Near,
Jandek,
Jawbox,
John Holt,
Kurtis Blow,
Marvin Gaye,
Barry Ungar,
Simply Red,
Brand Nubian,
Pussy Galore,
the Fania All-Stars,
Monolake,
Tropical Tobacco,
Rod Modell,
Lower 48,
The Zeros,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Model 500,
Yellowson,
A Certain Ratio,
T.S.O.L.,
Janne Schatter,
Morten Harket,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Marcia Griffiths,
Amon Düül II,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Dave Clark Five,
Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope.
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.