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 Sudan and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Gang Starr to the rap 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 Skaos. All the underground hits.
All The Knickerbockers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every EPMD record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 theremin and a guitar 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 theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monolake,
Talk Talk,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
ABBA,
Juan Atkins,
Con Funk Shun,
Gang Starr,
One Last Wish,
The Happenings,
Bobby Hutcherson,
PIL,
Eurythmics,
H. Thieme,
La Düsseldorf,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Blancmange,
Ronan,
Tim Buckley,
Zero Boys,
New Order,
Dual Sessions,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Dave Clark Five,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Average White Band,
Harry Pussy,
Bizarre Inc.,
Spoonie Gee,
Max Romeo,
a-ha,
Dead Boys,
The Shadows of Knight,
Bobby Byrd,
Eric Dolphy,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Rufus Thomas,
Laurel Aitken,
Buzzcocks,
Glenn Branca,
Lindisfarne,
Sugar Minott,
Aaron Thompson,
Absolute Body Control,
Unwound,
Jeff Lynne,
Ultimate Spinach,
Barry Ungar,
Liliput,
Lou Christie,
Maurizio,
Heaven 17,
The Beau Brummels,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Eli Mardock,
Joey Negro,
Michelle Simonal,
Fluxion,
The Detroit Cobras,
CMW,
Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu.
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.