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 Austria and from Lagos.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Lakeside to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Kinks. All the underground hits.
All Davy DMX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smoke 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glenn Branca,
Funky Four + One,
Scion,
Wire,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Rod Modell,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Standells,
Qualms,
Morten Harket,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Grauzone,
The Tremeloes,
Unwound,
The Black Dice,
Sonic Youth,
Tres Demented,
Sun City Girls,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Todd Rundgren,
Alton Ellis,
Don Cherry,
Jeff Lynne,
Boredoms,
Kurtis Blow,
The Mojo Men,
Scrapy,
Public Enemy,
8 Eyed Spy,
Pole,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Black Bananas,
Sound Behaviour,
Altered Images,
OOIOO,
Faust,
Nas,
The Misunderstood,
Hot Snakes,
Eve St. Jones,
Neil Young,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Janne Schatter,
Nico,
Gabor Szabo,
Masters at Work,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Dead C,
Agent Orange,
Arab on Radar,
Interpol,
Carl Craig,
Little Man,
Godley & Creme,
Albert Ayler,
Cybotron,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Ice-T,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Dorothy Ashby,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Grass Roots,
Crime, Crime, Crime, Crime.
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.