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 Burkina and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 808 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 Jawbox to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Jandek. All the underground hits.
All Icehouse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Sheep record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barbara Tucker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Beasts of Bourbon,
Popol Vuh,
David Bowie,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lungfish,
Lucky Dragons,
Ohio Players,
D'Angelo,
Sugar Minott,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Cowsills,
the Slits,
Slick Rick,
Camouflage,
Vladislav Delay,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Thompson Twins,
Fela Kuti,
Unwound,
Derrick Morgan,
Bill Near,
Malaria!,
DJ Sneak,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Mark Hollis,
Glenn Branca,
Maleditus Sound,
Cheater Slicks,
Cameo,
Grauzone,
Los Fastidios,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Agent Orange,
Kayak,
Radiopuhelimet,
Stetsasonic,
Bush Tetras,
Au Pairs,
Sister Nancy,
Cecil Taylor,
The Walker Brothers,
One Last Wish,
Marshall Jefferson,
Little Man,
The Litter,
Fad Gadget,
the Association,
The Kinks,
Gang Starr,
Shoche,
The Saints,
Groovy Waters,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Fire Engines,
Visage,
Prince Buster,
Minnie Riperton,
Q and Not U,
Das Ding,
The Real Kids,
Smog,
Livin' Joy,
Johnny Clarke,
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.