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 France and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 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 Royal Trux to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Bang on a Can All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All Easy Going tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aloha Tigers 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes 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 guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nirvana,
Mantronix,
Sister Nancy,
Absolute Body Control,
The Monks,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Lou Reed,
Cymande,
Ponytail,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Man Parrish,
Curtis Mayfield,
Bluetip,
One Last Wish,
Aloha Tigers,
Saccharine Trust,
Minutemen,
Guru Guru,
Gang Green,
Sugar Minott,
Davy DMX,
Soulsonic Force,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Divine Comedy,
Fatback Band,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Big Daddy Kane,
Cecil Taylor,
Delta 5,
Blancmange,
E-Dancer,
The Golliwogs,
Bauhaus,
John Lydon,
Procol Harum,
EPMD,
Eric Dolphy,
Jeff Mills,
Excepter,
Yellowson,
Dual Sessions,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Cluster,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Nils Olav,
The Leaves,
Lalo Schifrin,
MDC,
Magma,
The Gap Band,
Mandrill,
The Moleskins,
Subhumans,
The Blackbyrds,
Danielle Patucci,
Sarah Menescal,
Severed Heads,
the Normal,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Cal Tjader,
Stetsasonic,
Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy.
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.