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 Malaysia and from Johannesburg.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Bizarre Inc.. All the underground hits.
All Sandy B tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every kango's stein massive 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 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ludus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Banda Bassotti,
Morten Harket,
The Gladiators,
Sexual Harrassment,
Clear Light,
Eden Ahbez,
Oneida,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Peter and Kerry,
Tears for Fears,
Adolescents,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Erykah Badu,
Faust,
Drive Like Jehu,
Pantaleimon,
Yazoo,
Tubeway Army,
Metal Thangz,
DNA,
Matthew Bourne,
Flash Fearless,
Dark Day,
Massinfluence,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Red Krayola,
Lungfish,
The Slackers,
The Martian,
E-Dancer,
Radio Birdman,
The Blues Magoos,
The Fall,
Sällskapet,
Suburban Knight,
The Fugs,
Panda Bear,
Lou Reed,
Judy Mowatt,
Minor Threat,
the Soft Cell,
Tom Boy,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Fluxion,
The New Christs,
PIL,
Ohio Players,
Mantronix,
Infiniti,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Pharoah Sanders,
Radiohead,
Jawbox,
Harry Pussy,
Radiopuhelimet,
Can,
Arab on Radar,
Kurtis Blow,
Matthew Halsall,
Byron Stingily,
The Fortunes,
June Days,
Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins.
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.