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 Thailand and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Boredoms to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Lalann. All the underground hits.
All Adolescents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television Personalities record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an oboe and a chamberlin 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 güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barclay James Harvest,
Fluxion,
L. Decosne,
Stetsasonic,
The Black Dice,
Schoolly D,
Alton Ellis,
Blake Baxter,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Litter,
The Fire Engines,
Bluetip,
Public Image Ltd.,
Reuben Wilson,
Parry Music,
Al Stewart,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Martian,
Talk Talk,
Franke,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
the Fania All-Stars,
Gabor Szabo,
Gregory Isaacs,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Minnie Riperton,
The Monks,
Eve St. Jones,
Q65,
Sun Ra,
Joensuu 1685,
Banda Bassotti,
Ultimate Spinach,
Cybotron,
Glenn Branca,
June of 44,
Yaz,
Oblivians,
Pharoah Sanders,
Althea and Donna,
Sexual Harrassment,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Roy Ayers,
Rakim,
Morten Harket,
Yusef Lateef,
MC5,
Tom Boy,
Hashim,
The Move,
Rod Modell,
The Golliwogs,
Bad Manners,
Animal Collective,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Red Krayola,
Silicon Teens,
Visage,
Tubeway Army,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Fortunes,
Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction.
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.