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 Venezuela and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 mellotron 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 Young Marble Giants to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Cramps. All the underground hits.
All John Holt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Wake 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin 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 chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Monks,
Bronski Beat,
The Birthday Party,
Laurel Aitken,
Inner City,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Roxette,
The Doors,
Kevin Saunderson,
Motorama,
Trumans Water,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Trojans,
10cc,
Erykah Badu,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Pussy Galore,
Crispy Ambulance,
Subhumans,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Frankie Knuckles,
Suicide,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Stetsasonic,
T.S.O.L.,
Panda Bear,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Masters at Work,
Bob Dylan,
Throbbing Gristle,
Massinfluence,
Deadbeat,
Dead Boys,
Scott Walker,
Black Flag,
Oneida,
The Saints,
T. Rex,
Nick Fraelich,
The Sound,
Excepter,
Maurizio,
The Residents,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Joe Finger,
Television Personalities,
Ten City,
David Axelrod,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Toasters,
The Mojo Men,
Rekid,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Move,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sister Nancy,
This Heat,
Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters.
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.