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 Guyana 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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 spring reverb 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 Goldenarms to the disco 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 Eddi Front. All the underground hits.
All Motorama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wings 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Index record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Görl,
The Seeds,
Gastr Del Sol,
Frankie Knuckles,
Cybotron,
Moebius,
Carl Craig,
Newcleus,
Soul II Soul,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Massinfluence,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Model 500,
John Cale,
Tomorrow,
The Skatalites,
Tubeway Army,
The Count Five,
Camouflage,
Index,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Howard Jones,
Big Daddy Kane,
Tom Boy,
Bobby Sherman,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Monks,
Flipper,
Schoolly D,
X-Ray Spex,
Delta 5,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The New Christs,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Theoretical Girls,
The Human League,
Crispian St. Peters,
Eric Copeland,
Dorothy Ashby,
UT,
Bronski Beat,
Janne Schatter,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Symarip,
The Moleskins,
Rod Modell,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Eli Mardock,
Goldenarms,
Kas Product,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sixth Finger,
New Order,
Sex Pistols,
the Swans,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Joyce Sims,
Sarah Menescal,
MC5,
Alice Coltrane,
The Real Kids,
Aloha Tigers,
The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues.
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.