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 Brunei and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Dennis Brown to the dance 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 Isaac Hayes. All the underground hits.
All Wasted Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Archie Shepp 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba 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 a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erykah Badu,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Sound,
Mars,
Icehouse,
Toni Rubio,
Crash Course in Science,
The Red Krayola,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Invisible,
Fugazi,
Von Mondo,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Dirtbombs,
Sugar Minott,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Wally Richardson,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Blancmange,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Fugs,
Mr. Review,
Joe Finger,
The Moleskins,
X-102,
Rosa Yemen,
Thompson Twins,
Television Personalities,
Jacob Miller,
Barbara Tucker,
Minutemen,
PIL,
Judy Mowatt,
Eddi Front,
Country Teasers,
H. Thieme,
Nick Fraelich,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Cluster,
Minny Pops,
Inner City,
Lebanon Hanover,
Guru Guru,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Smoke,
Rekid,
Gerry Rafferty,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Harpers Bizarre,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Index,
Groovy Waters,
John Holt,
One Last Wish,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
the Germs,
Soft Cell,
Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly.
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.