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 Chad and from Sao Paulo.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Tropical Tobacco to the punk 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 Erykah Badu. All the underground hits.
All Con Funk Shun tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Finger 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ 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 arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cheater Slicks,
Das Ding,
Andrew Hill,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Lyres,
Infiniti,
Stetsasonic,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Pagans,
Ludus,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Reagan Youth,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Janne Schatter,
The Leaves,
Cecil Taylor,
The Count Five,
Pierre Henry,
Leonard Cohen,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
John Coltrane,
Moby Grape,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Bauhaus,
Bob Dylan,
Subhumans,
Brand Nubian,
The Evens,
Laurel Aitken,
Toni Rubio,
The Moody Blues,
The Gap Band,
Derrick Morgan,
Peter & Gordon,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Franke,
Delta 5,
David Axelrod,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Panda Bear,
New York Dolls,
Fugazi,
The Vogues,
The Selecter,
Stiv Bators,
Pole,
Man Parrish,
X-Ray Spex,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Bluetip,
Aloha Tigers,
Minny Pops,
F. McDonald,
Gang Gang Dance,
D'Angelo,
The Walker Brothers,
One Last Wish,
Buzzcocks,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Black Moon,
Swans,
Jandek, Jandek, Jandek, Jandek.
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.