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 Bulgaria and from Woodstock.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Mumbai.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Erasure to the crunk 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 Oppenheimer Analysis. All the underground hits.
All The Alarm Clocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronnie Foster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a clarinet and a linndrum 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 mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy Collins,
June Days,
Nation of Ulysses,
Desert Stars,
Sonic Youth,
Avey Tare,
Iggy Pop,
Shoche,
Albert Ayler,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Andrew Hill,
The Fortunes,
The J.B.'s,
This Heat,
The Walker Brothers,
Pagans,
Lungfish,
Jerry's Kids,
The Velvet Underground,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Franke,
Ponytail,
Arthur Verocai,
Average White Band,
DNA,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Smiths,
Neil Young,
Stetsasonic,
Amon Düül,
Massinfluence,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
X-102,
The Fall,
T. Rex,
Banda Bassotti,
Blake Baxter,
K-Klass,
Dennis Brown,
Pole,
the Germs,
Tommy Roe,
Zapp,
Lalo Schifrin,
Liliput,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Maurizio,
Easy Going,
The Barracudas,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Wolf Eyes,
Soul Sonic Force,
Scion,
The Modern Lovers,
MDC,
Talk Talk,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Pussy Galore,
Juan Atkins,
Jandek,
Kaleidoscope,
Bush Tetras,
Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players.
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.