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 Sri Lanka and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 China Crisis to the jazz 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 Aaron Thompson. All the underground hits.
All Pulsallama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fire Engines 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 an organ 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 organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glenn Branca,
Nas,
The New Christs,
the Germs,
Reagan Youth,
Das Ding,
Blancmange,
Idris Muhammad,
Bluetip,
Jimmy McGriff,
Lee Hazlewood,
Mary Jane Girls,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Modern Lovers,
Zero Boys,
Technova,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Rites of Spring,
Delon & Dalcan,
Procol Harum,
The Move,
Brass Construction,
Black Moon,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Gang Green,
Sun Ra,
Average White Band,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Black Dice,
Deadbeat,
Avey Tare,
Warsaw,
David McCallum,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Gil Scott Heron,
Crime,
Terry Callier,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Barry Ungar,
The Electric Prunes,
Soul Sonic Force,
Lungfish,
R.M.O.,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Vainqueur,
Blake Baxter,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Bobby Sherman,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Al Stewart,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Bronski Beat,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Piero Umiliani,
Fear,
Suicide,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Marshall Jefferson,
Moby Grape,
Stereo Dub,
Max Romeo,
June Days,
Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey.
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.