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 Armenia and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the sitar 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 The Seeds to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 L. Decosne. All the underground hits.
All Bizarre Inc. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Near 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Osbourne,
The Names,
Ultimate Spinach,
David Bowie,
Half Japanese,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Dave Clark Five,
Derrick May,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
48th St. Collective,
Bill Near,
Suicide,
Skriet,
The Searchers,
The Neon Judgement,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Siglo XX,
Smog,
Hashim,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Michelle Simonal,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Mad Mike,
Suburban Knight,
Section 25,
Wings,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Crispy Ambulance,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Hardrive,
Kas Product,
H. Thieme,
Sex Pistols,
Main Source,
Malaria!,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Mummies,
Sun City Girls,
Dorothy Ashby,
Tres Demented,
Toni Rubio,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Moody Blues,
Radiohead,
Joey Negro,
Adolescents,
Black Sheep,
Jerry Gold Smith,
June Days,
New York Dolls,
Organ,
Essential Logic,
Dave Gahan,
Cameo,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Excepter,
The Birthday Party,
the Association,
Can,
Connie Case,
The Cure,
The Barracudas,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band.
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.