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 Sri Lanka and from Madrid.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Todd Rundgren to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Tubeway Army. All the underground hits.
All Fifty Foot Hose tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swell Maps 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Finger 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?
The Gladiators,
Youth Brigade,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Soft Cell,
Basic Channel,
Jeff Mills,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Ronnie Foster,
Shoche,
X-102,
Second Layer,
Bootsy Collins,
Lee Hazlewood,
Davy DMX,
Harry Pussy,
Absolute Body Control,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Bang On A Can,
Mark Hollis,
Sister Nancy,
The Kinks,
Yaz,
Sun Ra,
The Modern Lovers,
Fad Gadget,
R.M.O.,
Scan 7,
Country Teasers,
Altered Images,
B.T. Express,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Gang of Four,
Pantytec,
Robert Wyatt,
Dual Sessions,
Masters at Work,
New York Dolls,
Byron Stingily,
In Retrospect,
Gil Scott Heron,
Dorothy Ashby,
Drive Like Jehu,
Rekid,
Soulsonic Force,
New Age Steppers,
Subhumans,
Mr. Review,
Kerri Chandler,
Intrusion,
Roxy Music,
Public Enemy,
The Victims,
LL Cool J,
The Red Krayola,
X-Ray Spex,
Animal Collective,
Yusef Lateef,
L. Decosne,
Q and Not U,
Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division.
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.