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 Nigeria and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 Shanghai and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 It's A Beautiful Day to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Lightning Bolt. All the underground hits.
All The Barracudas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tommy Roe 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 clarinet and a spring reverb 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 chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delta 5,
Television Personalities,
Jacob Miller,
Lyres,
Rakim,
Dark Day,
The Martian,
The Star Department,
Scientists,
Pussy Galore,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
H. Thieme,
Erasure,
Derrick May,
Interpol,
Zero Boys,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Tres Demented,
Porter Ricks,
Sexual Harrassment,
Hasil Adkins,
Drexciya,
Henry Cow,
the Fania All-Stars,
Delon & Dalcan,
Japan,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Victims,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Residents,
Bauhaus,
Dave Gahan,
Gichy Dan,
KRS-One,
Crime,
The Cure,
The Saints,
Index,
Smog,
Peter & Gordon,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Janne Schatter,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Mandrill,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Music Machine,
Massinfluence,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Little Man,
Vladislav Delay,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Smoke,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
New Order,
Laurel Aitken,
Intrusion,
Amon Düül II,
Spoonie Gee,
Lucky Dragons,
Crooked Eye,
Nico, Nico, Nico, Nico.
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.