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 Spain and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Halifax.
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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Lonnie Liston Smith to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five. All the underground hits.
All The Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every In Retrospect record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an organ 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 an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Slits,
Lungfish,
The Zeros,
Animal Collective,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Derrick May,
The Black Dice,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Bluetip,
Sun City Girls,
Judy Mowatt,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Michelle Simonal,
Agent Orange,
Soulsonic Force,
New Age Steppers,
The Tremeloes,
Soft Cell,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Talk Talk,
Gichy Dan,
Sonic Youth,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Neon Judgement,
Joey Negro,
K-Klass,
Wolf Eyes,
Kerri Chandler,
the Fania All-Stars,
Stereo Dub,
The Blackbyrds,
Shuggie Otis,
These Immortal Souls,
Metal Thangz,
Skaos,
The Gories,
The Walker Brothers,
Pantytec,
Magazine,
Lucky Dragons,
JFA,
The Vogues,
Josef K,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Delta 5,
Flash Fearless,
Todd Terry,
Fort Wilson Riot,
UT,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Reagan Youth,
Crooked Eye,
Johnny Clarke,
Pierre Henry,
Amon Düül II,
David Axelrod,
AZ,
Hasil Adkins,
Pet Shop Boys,
Mary Jane Girls,
Index, Index, Index, Index.
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.