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 Uzbekistan and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Loose Ends to the rock 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 The Monks. All the underground hits.
All Frankie Knuckles tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Human League record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rekid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Vogues,
Spandau Ballet,
The Sonics,
Banda Bassotti,
Ludus,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Misunderstood,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Remains,
Basic Channel,
Boredoms,
Kas Product,
The Kinks,
Lakeside,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Nirvana,
Davy DMX,
Can,
Echospace,
Crash Course in Science,
JFA,
Soulsonic Force,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Glenn Branca,
Khruangbin,
Eddi Front,
Pulsallama,
Jeru the Damaja,
Amazonics,
Erasure,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Outsiders,
Marcia Griffiths,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Peter & Gordon,
Loose Ends,
Boogie Down Productions,
Robert Görl,
Charles Mingus,
Nas,
Niagra,
Maurizio,
Joensuu 1685,
Wasted Youth,
Johnny Clarke,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Jawbox,
Isaac Hayes,
Bill Near,
Arcadia,
Suicide,
Circle Jerks,
Tropical Tobacco,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Chris & Cosey,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Accadde A,
Spoonie Gee,
Parry Music,
Ken Boothe,
the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics.
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.