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 Uruguay and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Bologna.
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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 MDC to the techno 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 Pantytec. All the underground hits.
All Kevin Saunderson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roger Hodgson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar 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 an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Intrusion,
Robert Görl,
Sex Pistols,
Deakin,
Cluster,
Electric Prunes,
Camberwell Now,
Young Marble Giants,
Lou Reed,
Lee Hazlewood,
Groovy Waters,
Lindisfarne,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Cowsills,
Visage,
Alison Limerick,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Gladiators,
The Residents,
Porter Ricks,
The Knickerbockers,
Main Source,
Interpol,
Soft Machine,
Dual Sessions,
Lebanon Hanover,
Ornette Coleman,
Laurel Aitken,
Index,
Bill Wells,
Darondo,
Q65,
Derrick Morgan,
Marmalade,
The Raincoats,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
DJ Sneak,
Desert Stars,
Symarip,
Donny Hathaway,
Little Man,
Talk Talk,
A Certain Ratio,
Supertramp,
The Doobie Brothers,
Terry Callier,
Mantronix,
The Techniques,
Model 500,
Skarface,
The Kinks,
Khruangbin,
Popol Vuh,
Scratch Acid,
Joy Division,
Brand Nubian,
Ohio Players,
Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick.
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.