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 Cyprus and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Matthew Bourne to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Kaleidoscope. All the underground hits.
All Shoche tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Charles Mingus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 theremin and a snare 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 güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yaz,
The Wake,
Symarip,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Man Eating Sloth,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Mojo Men,
Lower 48,
Blake Baxter,
Mantronix,
Saccharine Trust,
Pere Ubu,
Scan 7,
Boredoms,
Aaron Thompson,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Lightning Bolt,
MDC,
Howard Jones,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Marvin Gaye,
Gil Scott Heron,
Cymande,
Lou Reed,
The J.B.'s,
Fela Kuti,
The Moleskins,
The Red Krayola,
Faust,
Yusef Lateef,
Todd Terry,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Organ,
Khruangbin,
The Durutti Column,
Eve St. Jones,
Fat Boys,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Jeff Mills,
Radiohead,
Tim Buckley,
Archie Shepp,
R.M.O.,
Basic Channel,
Aswad,
Blossom Toes,
Alton Ellis,
Arcadia,
Sam Rivers,
8 Eyed Spy,
Lalann,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Slackers,
Crime,
Bang On A Can,
The Cramps,
Procol Harum,
Sun Ra,
Deadbeat,
Bob Dylan,
Ohio Players,
The Fall, The Fall, The Fall, The Fall.
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.