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 South Africa and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Prince Buster to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Dead C. All the underground hits.
All Cecil Taylor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marmalade 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 rhodes and a snare 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 spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marine Girls,
Don Cherry,
Sister Nancy,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Erasure,
Curtis Mayfield,
Public Enemy,
Rekid,
The Gap Band,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Kaleidoscope,
Rod Modell,
Sarah Menescal,
The Grass Roots,
David Axelrod,
Young Marble Giants,
Can,
The Cowsills,
Darondo,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Barbara Tucker,
The Dave Clark Five,
Masters at Work,
Nils Olav,
DJ Sneak,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Robert Hood,
Warren Ellis,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Pharoah Sanders,
Throbbing Gristle,
Dennis Brown,
Pierre Henry,
Q65,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Althea and Donna,
Jeff Mills,
Groovy Waters,
The United States of America,
Ultravox,
Gang of Four,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Swell Maps,
Blossom Toes,
Crime,
Severed Heads,
Mr. Review,
Howard Jones,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Gories,
John Holt,
U.S. Maple,
LL Cool J,
Panda Bear,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Durutti Column,
The Standells,
The Remains,
Newcleus,
Toni Rubio,
Eric Copeland,
The Last Poets,
Deakin, Deakin, Deakin, Deakin.
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.