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 Cambodia and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Rod Modell to the jazz 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 Iggy Pop. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlback tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric B and Rakim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a synthesizer 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 marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mantronix,
H. Thieme,
Althea and Donna,
Charles Mingus,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Flipper,
Morten Harket,
Chris Corsano,
Von Mondo,
Gil Scott Heron,
Rakim,
Nik Kershaw,
Moebius,
Mark Hollis,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Echospace,
Roy Ayers,
The Sound,
Talk Talk,
Shoche,
The Walker Brothers,
UT,
E-Dancer,
The Standells,
Todd Terry,
Goldenarms,
Gang Green,
DJ Sneak,
Skriet,
China Crisis,
Ultra Naté,
Erasure,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Gastr Del Sol,
Flamin' Groovies,
Black Pus,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Nils Olav,
Unwound,
Popol Vuh,
Cluster,
Lebanon Hanover,
Marine Girls,
The Electric Prunes,
T.S.O.L.,
Stetsasonic,
Mary Jane Girls,
8 Eyed Spy,
Piero Umiliani,
Yusef Lateef,
Minnie Riperton,
The Fugs,
Scion,
The Blackbyrds,
Monks,
Todd Rundgren,
Robert Görl,
Gang of Four,
David Axelrod,
Dawn Penn,
Marshall Jefferson,
Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One.
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.