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 Singapore and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Manchester.
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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Jacques Brel to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Bang On A Can. All the underground hits.
All John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alison Limerick 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cabaret Voltaire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skarface,
Flipper,
Amon Düül,
Byron Stingily,
Robert Hood,
Soulsonic Force,
The Remains,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
MC5,
Bang On A Can,
Basic Channel,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Names,
Carl Craig,
Interpol,
Q65,
Bob Dylan,
Archie Shepp,
Davy DMX,
Harry Pussy,
Technova,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The New Christs,
Blossom Toes,
Hasil Adkins,
Model 500,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Erykah Badu,
Essential Logic,
Pussy Galore,
Crash Course in Science,
Quantec,
L. Decosne,
Gang Green,
8 Eyed Spy,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Peter & Gordon,
Matthew Halsall,
Animal Collective,
Vainqueur,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Television,
MDC,
Ultra Naté,
The Fall,
Ultimate Spinach,
Roxette,
Marshall Jefferson,
cv313,
Joy Division,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Trojans,
the Bar-Kays,
FM Einheit,
Excepter,
Bootsy Collins,
Girls At Our Best!,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Deakin,
Negative Approach,
Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu.
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.