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 Pakistan and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Joe Finger to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Darondo. All the underground hits.
All Glambeats Corp. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Barracudas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare 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 chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Frankie Knuckles,
Soul II Soul,
The Star Department,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
New York Dolls,
KRS-One,
Nils Olav,
the Sonics,
Guru Guru,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Todd Rundgren,
Sonny Sharrock,
Camouflage,
One Last Wish,
Bauhaus,
Barclay James Harvest,
Lightning Bolt,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Flamin' Groovies,
MC5,
Warsaw,
Rufus Thomas,
the Bar-Kays,
Arcadia,
Pantytec,
Cal Tjader,
Half Japanese,
Ultravox,
Faust,
Dead Boys,
Terrestrial Tones,
Wings,
Johnny Clarke,
Throbbing Gristle,
Slick Rick,
LL Cool J,
Man Eating Sloth,
Amazonics,
Technova,
Amon Düül II,
Tommy Roe,
Kaleidoscope,
Gabor Szabo,
Bobby Womack,
Reuben Wilson,
the Slits,
Bobby Byrd,
Rotary Connection,
X-Ray Spex,
Bob Dylan,
Parry Music,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Lindisfarne,
Mandrill,
Gang Starr,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Moebius,
Bobby Sherman,
Outsiders,
Quando Quango,
Hoover,
Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick.
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.