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 Slovakia and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Bobbi Humphrey to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Rufus Thomas. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joyce Sims record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum 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 güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
D'Angelo,
The Walker Brothers,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
the Slits,
Subhumans,
Rekid,
Black Moon,
The Smiths,
Minnie Riperton,
Hot Snakes,
Lebanon Hanover,
Radiohead,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Interpol,
China Crisis,
Zero Boys,
Grauzone,
Arcadia,
Mary Jane Girls,
Magazine,
Grandmaster Flash,
Reagan Youth,
Funkadelic,
David McCallum,
Idris Muhammad,
The Martian,
a-ha,
Dave Gahan,
Kas Product,
Depeche Mode,
Section 25,
The Moleskins,
Dennis Brown,
Vladislav Delay,
Agitation Free,
Rod Modell,
OOIOO,
Simply Red,
Rosa Yemen,
Pulsallama,
ABC,
Kayak,
The Detroit Cobras,
Little Man,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Bad Manners,
Nirvana,
Davy DMX,
The Happenings,
Lindisfarne,
Laurel Aitken,
The Vogues,
Mad Mike,
Jeff Mills,
Suicide,
The Stooges,
Icehouse,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Pretty Things,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Max Romeo,
the Fania All-Stars,
Be Bop Deluxe,
MC5, MC5, MC5, MC5.
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.