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 Palau and from Stockholm.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the snare 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 Harmonia to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Subhumans. All the underground hits.
All Yusef Lateef tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Half Japanese 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe 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 mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
H. Thieme,
World's Most,
Sam Rivers,
F. McDonald,
The Barracudas,
Swans,
Motorama,
Negative Approach,
Unrelated Segments,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Stereo Dub,
David McCallum,
Laurel Aitken,
The Gun Club,
Crime,
Black Moon,
Average White Band,
Yusef Lateef,
Kerri Chandler,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Brand Nubian,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Radio Birdman,
Derrick May,
Rites of Spring,
DJ Sneak,
The Golliwogs,
Dave Gahan,
Con Funk Shun,
Masters at Work,
The Smiths,
Faust,
Magma,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Deadbeat,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Chris Corsano,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Fall,
The Mummies,
Blossom Toes,
The Evens,
The American Breed,
Jeff Mills,
Sister Nancy,
Quantec,
Scratch Acid,
Drexciya,
Jawbox,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Man Eating Sloth,
Crash Course in Science,
Groovy Waters,
Henry Cow,
The Human League,
Gang of Four,
Cheater Slicks,
Black Sheep,
MC5,
Amon Düül II,
Iggy Pop,
David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod.
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.