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 Barbados and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Adolescents to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))). All the underground hits.
All the Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Kinks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 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 an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lindisfarne,
Shuggie Otis,
Arab on Radar,
The Residents,
Fear,
the Association,
David Axelrod,
Chris & Cosey,
R.M.O.,
Magazine,
Infiniti,
Sam Rivers,
The Star Department,
Basic Channel,
Todd Rundgren,
Jeff Lynne,
KRS-One,
Pantytec,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The American Breed,
Youth Brigade,
Frankie Knuckles,
AZ,
Deadbeat,
Aswad,
Lucky Dragons,
The Vogues,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Porter Ricks,
Avey Tare,
Fugazi,
These Immortal Souls,
Wasted Youth,
Warren Ellis,
Liliput,
John Coltrane,
Bootsy Collins,
Tom Boy,
Con Funk Shun,
Khruangbin,
kango's stein massive,
The Young Rascals,
Harmonia,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Last Poets,
Echospace,
Stereo Dub,
The Electric Prunes,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
the Normal,
Funky Four + One,
Scott Walker,
Jeru the Damaja,
Kerri Chandler,
Ten City,
Dorothy Ashby,
Gichy Dan,
Babytalk,
Quando Quango,
Cluster,
Chrome,
DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style.
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.