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 Chad and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Frankie Knuckles to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark. All the underground hits.
All Scion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rotary Connection 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jawbox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Hood,
Donald Byrd,
Throbbing Gristle,
Eric Copeland,
Faraquet,
Talk Talk,
Urselle,
Cybotron,
L. Decosne,
The Walker Brothers,
Jandek,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
MC5,
Groovy Waters,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Minor Threat,
The Angels of Light,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Dead C,
The Standells,
Funky Four + One,
Skriet,
Khruangbin,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Stooges,
Warsaw,
MDC,
Jeru the Damaja,
Desert Stars,
Warren Ellis,
Lou Christie,
Rod Modell,
Kurtis Blow,
Joyce Sims,
Marvin Gaye,
Joy Division,
Schoolly D,
Minutemen,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Porter Ricks,
Section 25,
Judy Mowatt,
Sister Nancy,
The Fall,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Neon Judgement,
Scan 7,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Velvet Underground,
Tom Boy,
Ohio Players,
the Soft Cell,
The Saints,
Gil Scott Heron,
Susan Cadogan,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Unrelated Segments,
Reagan Youth,
Agent Orange,
Gang Green,
Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day.
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.