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 Macedonia and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Mad Mike to the funk 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 Black Bananas. All the underground hits.
All Malaria! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boredoms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet 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 linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barrington Levy,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Doobie Brothers,
Joe Smooth,
Black Bananas,
Wire,
Mr. Review,
Derrick May,
Stereo Dub,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Con Funk Shun,
Brothers Johnson,
Warren Ellis,
Carl Craig,
The Modern Lovers,
The Golliwogs,
The Trojans,
The Cure,
Todd Terry,
Roxette,
Jesper Dahlback,
Chris & Cosey,
E-Dancer,
Average White Band,
One Last Wish,
The Dirtbombs,
The Blues Magoos,
Tomorrow,
The Black Dice,
Television Personalities,
Accadde A,
Jandek,
Grandmaster Flash,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Letta Mbulu,
Lou Christie,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Cybotron,
Adolescents,
David Axelrod,
Wings,
Tropical Tobacco,
Delon & Dalcan,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sarah Menescal,
Lindisfarne,
Brick,
the Germs,
Danielle Patucci,
The Real Kids,
Kerrie Biddell,
Blancmange,
The Victims,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Shadows of Knight,
DJ Sneak,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Scientists,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Saints,
Talk Talk,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions.
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.