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 Togo and from Mumbai.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the snare 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 X-Ray Spex to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Selecter. All the underground hits.
All 10cc tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 10cc 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin 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 chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry's Kids,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sister Nancy,
Zapp,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Shadows of Knight,
Chris Corsano,
Flamin' Groovies,
Schoolly D,
Yazoo,
Bobby Sherman,
Stiv Bators,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sugar Minott,
Main Source,
The Detroit Cobras,
Alison Limerick,
The Misunderstood,
Arab on Radar,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Magazine,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Durutti Column,
Jacob Miller,
Lungfish,
Das Ding,
Negative Approach,
The Electric Prunes,
Marshall Jefferson,
Porter Ricks,
Jeru the Damaja,
DJ Sneak,
Grey Daturas,
Donald Byrd,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Gerry Rafferty,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Kerri Chandler,
Rod Modell,
Crime,
Eric Dolphy,
The Vogues,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Rapeman,
The Slackers,
Ituana,
The Leaves,
Infiniti,
Gichy Dan,
Pantytec,
Bluetip,
Bobby Womack,
The Beau Brummels,
The Music Machine,
Bobby Byrd,
James White and The Blacks,
Bob Dylan,
The Dave Clark Five,
Marmalade,
The Busters,
The Techniques,
Fela Kuti,
Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon.
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.