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 Peru and from Jakarta.
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 Mexico City and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Model 500 to the dance 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 Echospace. All the underground hits.
All Wasted Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barry Ungar record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Talk Talk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Standells,
Angry Samoans,
The Seeds,
Pussy Galore,
Inner City,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Joy Division,
Alice Coltrane,
Throbbing Gristle,
Drexciya,
Circle Jerks,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Pole,
Aswad,
Jandek,
Tomorrow,
Deakin,
Barclay James Harvest,
Dark Day,
Delta 5,
The Knickerbockers,
China Crisis,
Arthur Verocai,
Mission of Burma,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Lightning Bolt,
Half Japanese,
Lungfish,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Hardrive,
OOIOO,
The Gladiators,
Amon Düül II,
The Fall,
Underground Resistance,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Fuzztones,
Mandrill,
Grey Daturas,
The Misunderstood,
The Music Machine,
Reagan Youth,
Skriet,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Colin Newman,
Royal Trux,
Brand Nubian,
Quando Quango,
Gang of Four,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Raincoats,
Barbara Tucker,
Camberwell Now,
The Motions,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Names,
The Walker Brothers,
Yazoo,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman.
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.