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 Tuvalu and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel to the punk 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 The Beau Brummels. All the underground hits.
All Joe Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joyce Sims record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New York Dolls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
These Immortal Souls,
The Cowsills,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Intrusion,
Kenny Larkin,
Jeff Lynne,
Goldenarms,
Sandy B,
The Slackers,
Young Marble Giants,
Mark Hollis,
Robert Hood,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Dorothy Ashby,
Grauzone,
The Divine Comedy,
Agent Orange,
The Grass Roots,
Marshall Jefferson,
Harpers Bizarre,
Roxette,
Absolute Body Control,
Half Japanese,
Animal Collective,
The Angels of Light,
Siglo XX,
Freddie Wadling,
Hasil Adkins,
Jandek,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
a-ha,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Kinks,
Lightning Bolt,
June Days,
Don Cherry,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Leaves,
Skarface,
Spandau Ballet,
Trumans Water,
Rotary Connection,
Radio Birdman,
Ossler,
MDC,
Mary Jane Girls,
Harry Pussy,
Faraquet,
Crooked Eye,
Bobby Byrd,
The Blues Magoos,
Little Man,
Rod Modell,
Porter Ricks,
Soft Cell,
The Dave Clark Five,
Icehouse,
Marvin Gaye,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Dawn Penn,
Pulsallama,
The Five Americans,
Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented.
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.