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 Colombia and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Rekid to the grime 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 The Black Dice. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Mills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gap Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro 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 theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Walker Brothers,
Electric Prunes,
Massinfluence,
Crime,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Martian,
Sun City Girls,
Ultravox,
The Durutti Column,
The Selecter,
Soft Machine,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Roger Hodgson,
Joyce Sims,
Lalann,
Dark Day,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Mummies,
Danielle Patucci,
Subhumans,
Aaron Thompson,
Essential Logic,
Barrington Levy,
Wally Richardson,
Skaos,
Henry Cow,
Morten Harket,
DJ Style,
Eddi Front,
Sun Ra,
The Leaves,
World's Most,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Aswad,
Camouflage,
Index,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Red Krayola,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
the Fania All-Stars,
Outsiders,
X-101,
Television Personalities,
The Beau Brummels,
Joe Finger,
The Slackers,
Gang Gang Dance,
Jandek,
The Fortunes,
Godley & Creme,
Flash Fearless,
Gregory Isaacs,
Pylon,
Boredoms,
Bronski Beat,
Vainqueur,
The Searchers,
Accadde A,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Names,
Eric Copeland,
Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case.
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.