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 Tajikistan and from Mexico City.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Mandrill to the rock 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 Duran Duran. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Osbourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wally Richardson 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro 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 organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flamin' Groovies,
The Doors,
Fugazi,
Oneida,
Scott Walker,
Chrome,
Deadbeat,
Eddi Front,
10cc,
The Busters,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Crime,
Sight & Sound,
the Germs,
Pharoah Sanders,
Kool Moe Dee,
Dawn Penn,
Circle Jerks,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Evens,
The Standells,
The Selecter,
Agitation Free,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Symarip,
The Golliwogs,
Reuben Wilson,
Spandau Ballet,
FM Einheit,
AZ,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Johnny Osbourne,
Harry Pussy,
Pierre Henry,
DNA,
John Coltrane,
48th St. Collective,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sugar Minott,
K-Klass,
Unrelated Segments,
Buzzcocks,
Robert Wyatt,
Pylon,
Basic Channel,
Tubeway Army,
Laurel Aitken,
Rod Modell,
Sonic Youth,
Wire,
Godley & Creme,
The Modern Lovers,
The Misunderstood,
Rhythm & Sound,
La Düsseldorf,
Siglo XX,
Con Funk Shun,
Agent Orange,
Matthew Halsall,
B.T. Express,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Nik Kershaw,
Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons.
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.