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 Iceland and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Moebius to the electroclash 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 Metal Thangz. All the underground hits.
All Minny Pops tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swell Maps record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 chamberlin 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 guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skaos,
Jacob Miller,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Technova,
the Normal,
The Gladiators,
Organ,
Anakelly,
Country Teasers,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
AZ,
H. Thieme,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Bizarre Inc.,
Inner City,
Bobby Sherman,
Nick Fraelich,
Urselle,
La Düsseldorf,
Frankie Knuckles,
Cymande,
Lakeside,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Fall,
China Crisis,
The Walker Brothers,
Ultra Naté,
Scratch Acid,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Alice Coltrane,
MC5,
Lebanon Hanover,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Nation of Ulysses,
John Foxx,
the Sonics,
The Remains,
Tears for Fears,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Mark Hollis,
Gang of Four,
Mary Jane Girls,
Slave,
The Sonics,
Banda Bassotti,
Connie Case,
Johnny Clarke,
Television Personalities,
Main Source,
Livin' Joy,
Michelle Simonal,
Suburban Knight,
Boredoms,
The Names,
The Knickerbockers,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Sound,
Ronnie Foster,
The Black Dice,
Crime,
Mr. Review,
Theoretical Girls,
Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield.
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.