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 Cyprus and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Faraquet to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Dawn Penn. All the underground hits.
All Malaria! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Star Department record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare 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 organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arab on Radar,
The J.B.'s,
X-101,
Thompson Twins,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Theoretical Girls,
Isaac Hayes,
Q65,
Pierre Henry,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Lebanon Hanover,
Carl Craig,
Rotary Connection,
Pet Shop Boys,
Excepter,
The United States of America,
Babytalk,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Cal Tjader,
Godley & Creme,
Cluster,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Skatalites,
Buzzcocks,
the Bar-Kays,
The Fortunes,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Grandmaster Flash,
Con Funk Shun,
Arthur Verocai,
Big Daddy Kane,
Marcia Griffiths,
Loose Ends,
Leonard Cohen,
Siglo XX,
Second Layer,
Drive Like Jehu,
Half Japanese,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Zapp,
Don Cherry,
Rod Modell,
Unwound,
Ronan,
Cymande,
Faust,
Saccharine Trust,
Rufus Thomas,
Whodini,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sister Nancy,
Vladislav Delay,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Radio Birdman,
Kerri Chandler,
Joyce Sims,
Silicon Teens,
Donny Hathaway,
Absolute Body Control,
Eurythmics,
Sparks,
Kerrie Biddell,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic.
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.