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 Bolivia and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 clarinet 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 Lucky Dragons to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Gladiators. All the underground hits.
All The Mighty Diamonds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aloha Tigers 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe 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 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The American Breed,
Delon & Dalcan,
Deakin,
Minutemen,
10cc,
Youth Brigade,
EPMD,
Jimmy McGriff,
R.M.O.,
Josef K,
The Techniques,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Gun Club,
The Fuzztones,
The Blackbyrds,
Roxy Music,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Blancmange,
Bobby Sherman,
Amon Düül,
Yazoo,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Juan Atkins,
Warsaw,
Livin' Joy,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Khruangbin,
The Standells,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
X-102,
Sexual Harrassment,
Roger Hodgson,
Terry Callier,
Crime,
Ultimate Spinach,
Bill Near,
Nick Fraelich,
The Motions,
The Walker Brothers,
KRS-One,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Velvet Underground,
The Young Rascals,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Babytalk,
Radiohead,
Lightning Bolt,
Swell Maps,
Arab on Radar,
Ultra Naté,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sam Rivers,
New Age Steppers,
Ultravox,
Tom Boy,
Hardrive,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Quantec,
Nils Olav,
Boogie Down Productions,
Banda Bassotti,
DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak.
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.