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 Kiribati and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Outsiders to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks. All the underground hits.
All Interpol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lee Hazlewood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin 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 synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Music Machine,
the Fania All-Stars,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Idris Muhammad,
Gregory Isaacs,
Wolf Eyes,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Pulsallama,
Alphaville,
Eric Dolphy,
Dorothy Ashby,
Wire,
Joy Division,
The Mummies,
the Swans,
Television,
Clear Light,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Wasted Youth,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Boredoms,
Piero Umiliani,
Gil Scott Heron,
Goldenarms,
Ronan,
The Fortunes,
Nick Fraelich,
Bill Near,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Dirtbombs,
Average White Band,
Derrick Morgan,
Minor Threat,
The Index,
The Move,
Roxy Music,
Youth Brigade,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sound Behaviour,
Chrome,
U.S. Maple,
Byron Stingily,
Nico,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Frankie Knuckles,
Echospace,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
a-ha,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Big Daddy Kane,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Fugs,
Ponytail,
Danielle Patucci,
Jeru the Damaja,
Blake Baxter,
Erasure,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Walker Brothers,
Zero Boys,
Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin.
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.