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 Tajikistan and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 harpsichord 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 Donny Hathaway to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Kango’s Stein Massive. All the underground hits.
All Jerry Gold Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cameo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an arpeggiator 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 spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Television Personalities,
EPMD,
Eurythmics,
DJ Sneak,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Lindisfarne,
Wings,
The Birthday Party,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Dual Sessions,
Roxy Music,
the Swans,
Mo-Dettes,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Average White Band,
Pere Ubu,
The Moleskins,
Kevin Saunderson,
the Fania All-Stars,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Tom Boy,
The Real Kids,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Grey Daturas,
Big Daddy Kane,
Skaos,
Albert Ayler,
the Sonics,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Max Romeo,
The Last Poets,
Henry Cow,
Peter & Gordon,
Neu!,
Boogie Down Productions,
Motorama,
Outsiders,
Kerrie Biddell,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Cure,
Barry Ungar,
Sexual Harrassment,
In Retrospect,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Knickerbockers,
Fatback Band,
The Gap Band,
Derrick Morgan,
Aural Exciters,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Agitation Free,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Scrapy,
Nils Olav,
Niagra,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Victims,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Juan Atkins,
Schoolly D,
The Cowsills,
Oneida, Oneida, Oneida, Oneida.
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.