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 Chad and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Eric Copeland to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Kas Product. All the underground hits.
All Angry Samoans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harpers Bizarre 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro 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 harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cosmic Jokers,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Heaven 17,
The Techniques,
Junior Murvin,
Hot Snakes,
Inner City,
Youth Brigade,
Dark Day,
June of 44,
Faraquet,
Anthony Braxton,
Dead Boys,
Crooked Eye,
The Trojans,
Idris Muhammad,
The Durutti Column,
Minnie Riperton,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Camberwell Now,
Accadde A,
Main Source,
The Misunderstood,
The Music Machine,
the Association,
The Toasters,
Jimmy McGriff,
Gong,
The New Christs,
Siglo XX,
Grandmaster Flash,
Camouflage,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Lyres,
Television Personalities,
Erykah Badu,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Slick Rick,
The Gap Band,
Sister Nancy,
Kenny Larkin,
Dawn Penn,
Vladislav Delay,
Bluetip,
Nas,
Fela Kuti,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Echospace,
Cluster,
The Modern Lovers,
Joe Finger,
Pet Shop Boys,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Agent Orange,
Cameo, Cameo, Cameo, Cameo.
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.