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 Uruguay and from Woodstock.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Jawbox to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Harpers Bizarre. All the underground hits.
All The Raincoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Livin' Joy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar 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 linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terrestrial Tones,
Bobby Sherman,
Donald Byrd,
Wolf Eyes,
John Cale,
Motorama,
Deakin,
Eve St. Jones,
Circle Jerks,
Tommy Roe,
Glenn Branca,
Franke,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Kerri Chandler,
Grandmaster Flash,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Yusef Lateef,
Excepter,
Boredoms,
The Smiths,
Audionom,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Gang of Four,
The Knickerbockers,
The Shadows of Knight,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Drexciya,
Sandy B,
Fela Kuti,
Prince Buster,
Iggy Pop,
The New Christs,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Traffic Nightmare,
Television,
Simply Red,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Black Bananas,
Porter Ricks,
Crooked Eye,
Lou Christie,
Ten City,
Bootsy Collins,
Ornette Coleman,
Ralphi Rosario,
Skarface,
The Music Machine,
Tres Demented,
L. Decosne,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Marine Girls,
Black Sheep,
Gang Green,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Soul Sonic Force,
H. Thieme,
Crispian St. Peters,
Ossler,
Unwound, Unwound, Unwound, Unwound.
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.