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 Burkina and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 Paris and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Blake Baxter to the rock 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 48th St. Collective. All the underground hits.
All The Alarm Clocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sly & The Family Stone record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba 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 organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
a-ha,
Bill Near,
Todd Terry,
David McCallum,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Scientists,
Black Sheep,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Gang of Four,
cv313,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Steve Hackett,
John Foxx,
Minutemen,
Dave Gahan,
The Real Kids,
Sugar Minott,
Cameo,
Blossom Toes,
The Selecter,
DJ Sneak,
OOIOO,
Sällskapet,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Electric Prunes,
Altered Images,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Ultimate Spinach,
Bob Dylan,
the Germs,
The Raincoats,
The Index,
Massinfluence,
Royal Trux,
Robert Görl,
The Doors,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Slave,
Icehouse,
Pantaleimon,
The Mojo Men,
The Detroit Cobras,
Soul Sonic Force,
Eden Ahbez,
Agitation Free,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Curtis Mayfield,
Yellowson,
Aaron Thompson,
Nik Kershaw,
Angry Samoans,
A Certain Ratio,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Barracudas,
Bobby Byrd,
Procol Harum,
Unwound,
The Searchers,
David Bowie,
Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange.
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.