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 Kosovo and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Paris.
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 oboe 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 Joe Smooth to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282. All the underground hits.
All Roxette tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cybotron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar 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 theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Altered Images,
Alton Ellis,
Ronan,
Marmalade,
Whodini,
Bush Tetras,
The Motions,
Yellowson,
The Moleskins,
Q and Not U,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Saints,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Juan Atkins,
Porter Ricks,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Mo-Dettes,
Ohio Players,
Glenn Branca,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Monks,
Kerri Chandler,
Nas,
The Durutti Column,
Stiv Bators,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Ludus,
China Crisis,
Bootsy Collins,
Johnny Osbourne,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Wolf Eyes,
Mantronix,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Selecter,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Lightning Bolt,
The Sonics,
Fad Gadget,
The Vogues,
John Cale,
The Barracudas,
The Gun Club,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Thompson Twins,
Connie Case,
The Blues Magoos,
Archie Shepp,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Tomorrow,
Con Funk Shun,
KRS-One,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Dawn Penn,
Marvin Gaye,
Sight & Sound,
Khruangbin,
Iggy Pop,
Moby Grape,
Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going.
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.