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 Lithuania and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the theremin 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 Scratch Acid to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Andrew Hill. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rites of Spring record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blues Magoos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris Corsano,
Crooked Eye,
The Count Five,
Goldenarms,
Harmonia,
This Heat,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Section 25,
Sixth Finger,
Sparks,
Underground Resistance,
The Residents,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Bill Wells,
The Techniques,
Black Bananas,
AZ,
Procol Harum,
kango's stein massive,
Todd Terry,
The Searchers,
Throbbing Gristle,
Marine Girls,
Gang Starr,
Echospace,
Pylon,
Black Moon,
Icehouse,
The Gladiators,
Matthew Halsall,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Shadows of Knight,
Flipper,
Tim Buckley,
Pere Ubu,
T.S.O.L.,
Rites of Spring,
Stetsasonic,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Severed Heads,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Hot Snakes,
The Red Krayola,
Grauzone,
Kaleidoscope,
Urselle,
Dennis Brown,
Ten City,
John Foxx,
U.S. Maple,
The Standells,
Unrelated Segments,
Derrick Morgan,
Can,
Japan,
Fad Gadget,
Second Layer,
Bauhaus,
The Monks,
Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control.
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.