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 South Sudan and from Johannesburg.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Loose Ends to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 DNA. All the underground hits.
All Aswad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lakeside record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator 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 linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yusef Lateef,
Electric Prunes,
Mars,
Pierre Henry,
Flipper,
Eric B and Rakim,
Marvin Gaye,
The Vogues,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Monks,
Hashim,
Basic Channel,
The Alarm Clocks,
Cal Tjader,
Slick Rick,
Jesper Dahlback,
Index,
Mantronix,
The Golliwogs,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Blackbyrds,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sugar Minott,
Fear,
Glenn Branca,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Agitation Free,
Lucky Dragons,
Alton Ellis,
Stockholm Monsters,
Crooked Eye,
Camouflage,
Surgeon,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Cheater Slicks,
The Red Krayola,
Ultimate Spinach,
Negative Approach,
Faraquet,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Aswad,
Animal Collective,
FM Einheit,
Girls At Our Best!,
Soft Cell,
Dennis Brown,
Average White Band,
The Stooges,
The Dead C,
The Pretty Things,
Black Moon,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Unrelated Segments,
Panda Bear,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Juan Atkins,
Nick Fraelich,
Niagra, Niagra, Niagra, Niagra.
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.