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 Seychelles and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 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 Ronan to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Theoretical Girls. All the underground hits.
All DNA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Metal Thangz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 linndrum and an organ 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 marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yusef Lateef,
Tommy Roe,
In Retrospect,
Dennis Brown,
Ice-T,
Organ,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
New Order,
Minutemen,
Graham Central Station,
Eden Ahbez,
John Coltrane,
Reagan Youth,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Velvet Underground,
Skarface,
The Trojans,
Flamin' Groovies,
Blancmange,
Scott Walker,
Steve Hackett,
the Normal,
Ronnie Foster,
The Dirtbombs,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Technova,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Harpers Bizarre,
Black Sheep,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Raincoats,
Marmalade,
Hasil Adkins,
The Offenders,
Panda Bear,
Rapeman,
The Leaves,
Dead Boys,
Isaac Hayes,
The Golliwogs,
The Dave Clark Five,
Johnny Clarke,
ABC,
The Divine Comedy,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Model 500,
Pierre Henry,
Rites of Spring,
Gang Green,
Deepchord,
Aloha Tigers,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Symarip,
Bad Manners,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Susan Cadogan,
Lightning Bolt,
Nik Kershaw,
Rosa Yemen,
June of 44, June of 44, June of 44, June of 44.
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.