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 Togo and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Durutti Column to the jazz 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 Intrusion. All the underground hits.
All Jandek tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eve St. Jones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a spring reverb 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 guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Big Daddy Kane,
Donald Byrd,
Goldenarms,
Mark Hollis,
The Durutti Column,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Brass Construction,
Eric Dolphy,
Ultimate Spinach,
Kayak,
The Doobie Brothers,
Neu!,
JFA,
Eve St. Jones,
The Fuzztones,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Ornette Coleman,
The Mojo Men,
Infiniti,
Crispy Ambulance,
Moby Grape,
Circle Jerks,
The Zeros,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Popol Vuh,
48th St. Collective,
The Evens,
Lakeside,
Visage,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Grauzone,
The Busters,
The Detroit Cobras,
Yazoo,
Maurizio,
Graham Central Station,
Bauhaus,
Colin Newman,
Lightning Bolt,
Marine Girls,
Yellowson,
Funky Four + One,
Judy Mowatt,
Mars,
The Fortunes,
The Doors,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Talk Talk,
Todd Rundgren,
Rod Modell,
The Smoke,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Underground Resistance,
Eden Ahbez,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Funkadelic,
Cybotron,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Youth Brigade,
Pagans,
The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers.
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.