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 Guatemala and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 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 The Motions to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Porter Ricks. All the underground hits.
All Soul II Soul tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Martian 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb 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 an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ten City,
DJ Sneak,
Frankie Knuckles,
Marvin Gaye,
Moby Grape,
Lungfish,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Japan,
Pulsallama,
Model 500,
Ornette Coleman,
Anthony Braxton,
Guru Guru,
Urselle,
Erykah Badu,
Lalo Schifrin,
Bootsy Collins,
Little Man,
Nik Kershaw,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Zeros,
Moebius,
Nas,
Altered Images,
Davy DMX,
Talk Talk,
Skaos,
Ice-T,
Isaac Hayes,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Darondo,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Depeche Mode,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Hardrive,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Jawbox,
Amon Düül,
Second Layer,
Wings,
Pantytec,
Wally Richardson,
Excepter,
Quando Quango,
Gabor Szabo,
Zapp,
Neu!,
June Days,
Drexciya,
The Remains,
Babytalk,
Mark Hollis,
Arab on Radar,
Ossler,
Robert Wyatt,
The Doobie Brothers,
Shuggie Otis,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Black Bananas,
Todd Rundgren,
Dennis Brown,
Theoretical Girls,
Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo.
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.