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 Gabon and from Bremen.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Dorothy Ashby to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Underground Resistance. All the underground hits.
All Jerry Gold Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every U.S. Maple record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ 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 sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeru the Damaja,
The Slackers,
The Evens,
Gang Green,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Blackbyrds,
Nick Fraelich,
Porter Ricks,
Soul II Soul,
Delta 5,
Niagra,
Carl Craig,
Mary Jane Girls,
Average White Band,
Sonny Sharrock,
Black Moon,
PIL,
Kenny Larkin,
Cal Tjader,
Flipper,
Aural Exciters,
Eurythmics,
Gang of Four,
Mo-Dettes,
Big Daddy Kane,
Fifty Foot Hose,
EPMD,
Arcadia,
Pet Shop Boys,
Arthur Verocai,
Groovy Waters,
Tommy Roe,
John Coltrane,
The Skatalites,
Derrick May,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Danielle Patucci,
Wire,
Colin Newman,
Bobby Womack,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
One Last Wish,
Clear Light,
Terry Callier,
Roy Ayers,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Quantec,
Fluxion,
Half Japanese,
Organ,
The Slits,
Deepchord,
Skarface,
a-ha,
Goldenarms,
Faust,
Girls At Our Best!,
Agent Orange,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
New York Dolls,
The Doors, The Doors, The Doors, The Doors.
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.