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 Senegal and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Country Joe & The Fish to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 David Axelrod. All the underground hits.
All Siouxsie and the Banshees tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Von Mondo 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ 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 marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nas,
Yusef Lateef,
Colin Newman,
Slick Rick,
Ossler,
Echospace,
Donny Hathaway,
Siglo XX,
The Gun Club,
Ken Boothe,
T. Rex,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Half Japanese,
Whodini,
Scan 7,
OOIOO,
Minny Pops,
Lightning Bolt,
Man Parrish,
ABBA,
Tears for Fears,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Offenders,
Harmonia,
Nirvana,
Juan Atkins,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Star Department,
Robert Wyatt,
June of 44,
Jeff Lynne,
London Community Gospel Choir,
KRS-One,
The Toasters,
Roy Ayers,
Bobby Byrd,
Henry Cow,
Terrestrial Tones,
Babytalk,
Pantytec,
F. McDonald,
Minnie Riperton,
The United States of America,
E-Dancer,
The Gap Band,
Wings,
Bang On A Can,
Smog,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
the Bar-Kays,
Newcleus,
Dark Day,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Symarip,
Nico,
The Martian,
The Mummies,
The Saints,
Bobby Womack,
The Shadows of Knight,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio.
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.