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 Uzbekistan and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Dead C 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 Anthony Braxton. All the underground hits.
All Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yellowson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 synthesizer and a harpsichord 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 harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry Gold Smith,
Groovy Waters,
The Knickerbockers,
The Moleskins,
Pet Shop Boys,
Joe Smooth,
Kool Moe Dee,
Davy DMX,
The New Christs,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Liliput,
Au Pairs,
Traffic Nightmare,
Peter & Gordon,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Public Image Ltd.,
New York Dolls,
Kenny Larkin,
James White and The Blacks,
Carl Craig,
Deepchord,
Piero Umiliani,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Supertramp,
Byron Stingily,
The Names,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
London Community Gospel Choir,
B.T. Express,
The Mojo Men,
The Smiths,
Q and Not U,
The Grass Roots,
Flash Fearless,
Visage,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Soul Sonic Force,
John Lydon,
Interpol,
Blancmange,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Bill Near,
Kayak,
Saccharine Trust,
Bob Dylan,
Chris Corsano,
Sparks,
Young Marble Giants,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Raincoats,
Soul II Soul,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Popol Vuh,
John Holt,
Donny Hathaway,
Dual Sessions,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Boogie Down Productions,
Q65,
Pagans,
Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol.
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.