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 Singapore and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 MC5 to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Ponytail. All the underground hits.
All Make Up tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rosa Yemen 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 a mellotron 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 oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rufus Thomas,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Masters at Work,
Whodini,
Nick Fraelich,
Dave Gahan,
10cc,
Robert Wyatt,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Severed Heads,
Skriet,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Eric Copeland,
Dark Day,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Modern Lovers,
Chrome,
DNA,
ABBA,
Flamin' Groovies,
Oneida,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Brand Nubian,
Intrusion,
Zapp,
48th St. Collective,
The Kinks,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Agitation Free,
John Coltrane,
Barry Ungar,
OOIOO,
Pylon,
Vainqueur,
The Happenings,
Josef K,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
LL Cool J,
The Dirtbombs,
Livin' Joy,
Amazonics,
Bobby Hutcherson,
John Holt,
Deepchord,
Laurel Aitken,
Amon Düül,
Delon & Dalcan,
Pagans,
Buzzcocks,
The Young Rascals,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
DJ Sneak,
Black Sheep,
Ponytail,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Eddi Front,
The Sound,
Hot Snakes,
Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry.
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.