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 Israel and from Columbus.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 organ 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 Rufus Thomas 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 Rod Modell. All the underground hits.
All Scan 7 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Iggy Pop record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wolf Eyes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Finger,
Terry Callier,
Pet Shop Boys,
Mission of Burma,
John Foxx,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Motions,
The Move,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Spandau Ballet,
The Saints,
The Mummies,
Gang Starr,
The Durutti Column,
X-101,
Black Pus,
8 Eyed Spy,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Monolake,
Bronski Beat,
Sexual Harrassment,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Roxette,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Skaos,
Cecil Taylor,
Alison Limerick,
Fela Kuti,
The Zeros,
AZ,
Tim Buckley,
KRS-One,
Bobby Sherman,
Yusef Lateef,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Traffic Nightmare,
Agitation Free,
Hot Snakes,
The Dead C,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Stockholm Monsters,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Swell Maps,
Bad Manners,
The Dave Clark Five,
Unwound,
Gregory Isaacs,
Zapp,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Jerry's Kids,
Severed Heads,
Saccharine Trust,
Hashim,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Tears for Fears,
Delta 5,
Don Cherry,
Goldenarms,
Barrington Levy,
Eddi Front,
Popol Vuh,
Dead Boys,
Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson.
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.