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 Uruguay and from Mexico City.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Joey Negro to the techno 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 Blossom Toes. All the underground hits.
All Cabaret Voltaire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fat Boys 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba 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 clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Metal Thangz,
Piero Umiliani,
Darondo,
The United States of America,
10cc,
Nation of Ulysses,
Groovy Waters,
Los Fastidios,
The Smoke,
Mad Mike,
The Misunderstood,
Ralphi Rosario,
Slick Rick,
Essential Logic,
Second Layer,
Qualms,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Saccharine Trust,
Swell Maps,
June Days,
Sarah Menescal,
World's Most,
Gang Gang Dance,
Boogie Down Productions,
Underground Resistance,
Todd Terry,
a-ha,
Make Up,
The Trojans,
James White and The Blacks,
Suicide,
The Moody Blues,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Joey Negro,
Cameo,
The Associates,
UT,
Warsaw,
The Electric Prunes,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Alarm Clocks,
the Bar-Kays,
Eve St. Jones,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Pantytec,
Eddi Front,
Kaleidoscope,
Lakeside,
Unrelated Segments,
The Doors,
Ten City,
Fugazi,
The Gladiators,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Althea and Donna,
Byron Stingily,
The Human League,
FM Einheit,
Blossom Toes,
Negative Approach,
Jesper Dahlback,
Heaven 17,
ABC, ABC, ABC, ABC.
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.