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 Bhutan and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 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 Drive Like Jehu to the dance 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 Fifty Foot Hose. All the underground hits.
All Deakin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultramagnetic MC's record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin 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 snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Black Dice,
Erykah Badu,
Robert Hood,
Crime,
Bad Manners,
World's Most,
Dave Gahan,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Jawbox,
Ronan,
Ralphi Rosario,
Newcleus,
Bobby Sherman,
The Associates,
Procol Harum,
Excepter,
Boz Scaggs,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Bill Near,
Whodini,
The Dave Clark Five,
Todd Terry,
Althea and Donna,
The Wake,
Tubeway Army,
The Searchers,
Lou Reed,
Clear Light,
Tears for Fears,
Mo-Dettes,
CMW,
The Pretty Things,
Mars,
Derrick May,
Toni Rubio,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Siglo XX,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Avey Tare,
Accadde A,
Zapp,
Howard Jones,
Moss Icon,
Sam Rivers,
The Victims,
Jesper Dahlback,
Black Pus,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Kinks,
Visage,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Index,
Donny Hathaway,
Stetsasonic,
Sarah Menescal,
Steve Hackett,
Rites of Spring,
The Last Poets,
Mantronix,
Model 500, Model 500, Model 500, Model 500.
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.