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 Marshall Islands and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Ultra Naté to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Procol Harum. All the underground hits.
All Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba 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 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Lou Christie,
Das Ding,
The Birthday Party,
The Buckinghams,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Blackbyrds,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Prince Buster,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Bush Tetras,
Sixth Finger,
Franke,
Magma,
Iggy Pop,
Ronnie Foster,
Arab on Radar,
Godley & Creme,
Terry Callier,
The Fugs,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The New Christs,
Man Eating Sloth,
Kevin Saunderson,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Yellowson,
The Five Americans,
Skarface,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Glambeats Corp.,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Litter,
Wasted Youth,
Malaria!,
Minutemen,
Infiniti,
Sam Rivers,
The Selecter,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Nirvana,
Dead Boys,
L. Decosne,
Easy Going,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
MDC,
Severed Heads,
The Gladiators,
The Martian,
Skaos,
E-Dancer,
Bang On A Can,
T. Rex,
F. McDonald,
Motorama,
The Detroit Cobras,
a-ha,
Con Funk Shun,
Hot Snakes,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
MC5, MC5, MC5, MC5.
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.