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 Moldova and from Bologna.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 güiro 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 Yazoo to the grime 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 Leonard Cohen. All the underground hits.
All Eddi Front tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Association record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suburban Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minor Threat,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Junior Murvin,
The Five Americans,
These Immortal Souls,
Bob Dylan,
Camouflage,
Minutemen,
Graham Central Station,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Shoche,
The Walker Brothers,
Scratch Acid,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Tears for Fears,
Soft Machine,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
James White and The Blacks,
the Sonics,
Hasil Adkins,
Groovy Waters,
Inner City,
Davy DMX,
Lou Reed,
The Cure,
Dawn Penn,
The Trojans,
Ronnie Foster,
Panda Bear,
Anthony Braxton,
Harpers Bizarre,
Funkadelic,
Talk Talk,
New Order,
Television Personalities,
Model 500,
Smog,
Judy Mowatt,
Fear,
The Moleskins,
Q65,
Kas Product,
Ponytail,
Skarface,
The Golliwogs,
Siglo XX,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Pussy Galore,
Pet Shop Boys,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Alphaville,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Barry Ungar,
Jandek,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Quadrant,
Oblivians,
Supertramp,
Roxette,
Archie Shepp,
Mo-Dettes,
Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol.
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.