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 San Marino and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 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 Bluetip to the punk 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 Nick Fraelich. All the underground hits.
All Aswad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiopuhelimet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum 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 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Green,
Judy Mowatt,
Clear Light,
Minor Threat,
Vladislav Delay,
Barry Ungar,
Andrew Hill,
Gabor Szabo,
Animal Collective,
Johnny Osbourne,
Public Image Ltd.,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Charles Mingus,
cv313,
Fat Boys,
Supertramp,
Skaos,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Ituana,
Ronan,
Flamin' Groovies,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Index,
the Sonics,
Siglo XX,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Star Department,
David McCallum,
June of 44,
Fluxion,
Sixth Finger,
Technova,
Model 500,
Kaleidoscope,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Liliput,
Idris Muhammad,
Patti Smith,
Ten City,
Lalann,
X-102,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Kas Product,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Mummies,
Alton Ellis,
Tres Demented,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Soft Cell,
Letta Mbulu,
Thompson Twins,
Popol Vuh,
James White and The Blacks,
Scan 7,
Morten Harket,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Slits,
Inner City,
Mad Mike,
Zapp,
Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith.
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.