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 Tunisia and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Sad Lovers and Giants to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 B.T. Express. All the underground hits.
All The Happenings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Larry & the Blue Notes 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba 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 organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ten City,
Das Ding,
Hasil Adkins,
Black Sheep,
Ituana,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Unrelated Segments,
Radiopuhelimet,
Wasted Youth,
Flash Fearless,
New Order,
The American Breed,
Index,
Inner City,
Smog,
The Doors,
Suburban Knight,
Oblivians,
Marc Almond,
The Fall,
Pet Shop Boys,
Jacob Miller,
Fad Gadget,
Hardrive,
Shuggie Otis,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Essential Logic,
Joyce Sims,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Skaos,
Parry Music,
Black Bananas,
David McCallum,
Scott Walker,
Pantytec,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
David Bowie,
Josef K,
D'Angelo,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Arcadia,
JFA,
Panda Bear,
Hashim,
Ralphi Rosario,
Wire,
Alphaville,
Robert Görl,
Susan Cadogan,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Young Marble Giants,
Scion,
The Stooges,
The J.B.'s,
Echospace,
Judy Mowatt,
Moebius,
Porter Ricks,
Soulsonic Force,
Qualms,
Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps.
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.