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 Suriname and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the organ 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 Aswad to the crunk 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 Gerry Rafferty. All the underground hits.
All Iggy Pop tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every KRS-One record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes 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 linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cymande,
Pantaleimon,
Roy Ayers,
Niagra,
Monks,
Index,
Gang Gang Dance,
Kurtis Blow,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Chris Corsano,
Infiniti,
The Modern Lovers,
Stiv Bators,
Nik Kershaw,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Max Romeo,
Patti Smith,
Morten Harket,
Public Enemy,
Arab on Radar,
Alison Limerick,
Scientists,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Pretty Things,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Barclay James Harvest,
Essential Logic,
Skriet,
Section 25,
Graham Central Station,
Boz Scaggs,
Guru Guru,
Goldenarms,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Faraquet,
New York Dolls,
Rod Modell,
the Germs,
Tommy Roe,
The Kinks,
Stereo Dub,
The Gun Club,
Organ,
The Residents,
The United States of America,
Gregory Isaacs,
Soul Sonic Force,
Animal Collective,
A Certain Ratio,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Minor Threat,
EPMD,
Robert Görl,
X-Ray Spex,
Eve St. Jones,
Amon Düül II,
The Young Rascals,
Cluster, Cluster, Cluster, Cluster.
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.