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 Poland and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Reagan Youth to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Echospace. All the underground hits.
All Sonic Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kenny Larkin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Con Funk Shun,
The Blackbyrds,
The Fortunes,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Echospace,
Scion,
The Alarm Clocks,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Bauhaus,
David Bowie,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Wasted Youth,
Von Mondo,
Au Pairs,
the Fania All-Stars,
Mandrill,
The Selecter,
Massinfluence,
Traffic Nightmare,
Surgeon,
The Birthday Party,
Graham Central Station,
Amazonics,
Ultra Naté,
Ronnie Foster,
The Pretty Things,
Ornette Coleman,
K-Klass,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Agitation Free,
Aural Exciters,
Stetsasonic,
Lucky Dragons,
Bobby Byrd,
Henry Cow,
DJ Style,
Soul Sonic Force,
China Crisis,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Thompson Twins,
Erasure,
Rotary Connection,
Sight & Sound,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Moebius,
Quando Quango,
John Foxx,
Gang Gang Dance,
Letta Mbulu,
The Angels of Light,
X-102,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sex Pistols,
Jeff Mills,
Arcadia,
Harpers Bizarre,
Flash Fearless,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Mojo Men,
Marvin Gaye,
the Association,
Nation of Ulysses,
David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum.
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.