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 Nepal and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 techno 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 Little Man. All the underground hits.
All Unwound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Fraelich record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet 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 güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slave,
Radiopuhelimet,
Mantronix,
Robert Görl,
Bluetip,
Faust,
Roy Ayers,
Mo-Dettes,
Gabor Szabo,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Jeru the Damaja,
Nation of Ulysses,
Moby Grape,
Surgeon,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Lindisfarne,
Nico,
Stiv Bators,
DJ Style,
The Shadows of Knight,
Bauhaus,
Sam Rivers,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Q and Not U,
Glambeats Corp.,
Althea and Donna,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Fela Kuti,
Boredoms,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
AZ,
Excepter,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Matthew Halsall,
Newcleus,
A Certain Ratio,
Icehouse,
Man Parrish,
Deepchord,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sonny Sharrock,
Danielle Patucci,
Traffic Nightmare,
Shoche,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Flipper,
Boogie Down Productions,
Tim Buckley,
John Lydon,
Isaac Hayes,
Oneida,
Country Teasers,
Aaron Thompson,
Tom Boy,
Jeff Lynne,
Brass Construction,
Tubeway Army,
Freddie Wadling,
Sällskapet,
Hashim,
Delon & Dalcan,
Rufus Thomas,
Mandrill,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band.
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.