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 Finland and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 clarinet 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 Anthony Braxton to the rap 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 The Real Kids. All the underground hits.
All The Golliwogs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glambeats Corp. 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar 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 marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blackbyrds,
Gang Starr,
48th St. Collective,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Skaos,
Ohio Players,
Susan Cadogan,
The New Christs,
The Gun Club,
Anakelly,
the Normal,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Rufus Thomas,
Massinfluence,
Graham Central Station,
10cc,
Gastr Del Sol,
Funkadelic,
Lightning Bolt,
Max Romeo,
Flipper,
Pierre Henry,
Model 500,
The Cramps,
Television Personalities,
Electric Prunes,
Brand Nubian,
Joe Smooth,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Kerri Chandler,
Boogie Down Productions,
Dave Gahan,
Parry Music,
MDC,
Ralphi Rosario,
Chris Corsano,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Soul II Soul,
Metal Thangz,
Kool Moe Dee,
DJ Sneak,
Bush Tetras,
the Soft Cell,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Circle Jerks,
Altered Images,
Scan 7,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Evens,
The Electric Prunes,
Arab on Radar,
Mark Hollis,
Rekid,
New Order,
Public Enemy,
Inner City,
The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke.
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.