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 Mauritania and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Woodstock.
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 spring reverb 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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz to the electroclash 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 Yusef Lateef. All the underground hits.
All Franke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ossler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dave Gahan,
Jandek,
The Saints,
The New Christs,
Kayak,
Dorothy Ashby,
Glambeats Corp.,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Jeff Mills,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Lyres,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Minor Threat,
Tim Buckley,
Joyce Sims,
Eric Copeland,
Carl Craig,
Deakin,
Alison Limerick,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Cybotron,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Nico,
Fatback Band,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Freddie Wadling,
John Foxx,
Black Sheep,
Black Flag,
Pagans,
Zero Boys,
The Motions,
Marshall Jefferson,
Joensuu 1685,
Scrapy,
Piero Umiliani,
The Slackers,
Gabor Szabo,
Shuggie Otis,
John Lydon,
Bootsy Collins,
Au Pairs,
Swell Maps,
Index,
Oblivians,
The Stooges,
June Days,
Hot Snakes,
Jacques Brel,
Crispy Ambulance,
kango's stein massive,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Brand Nubian,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Marmalade,
Barrington Levy,
Das Ding,
Janne Schatter,
The Shadows of Knight,
Urselle,
Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox.
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.