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 Morocco and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Holger Czukay 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 Unwound to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Lou Reed. All the underground hits.
All Bobbi Humphrey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Mills 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gun Club record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
KRS-One,
In Retrospect,
The Index,
Eric Copeland,
Iggy Pop,
The Smoke,
Amazonics,
Television Personalities,
John Cale,
The Alarm Clocks,
Lou Christie,
Moby Grape,
Nirvana,
The Trojans,
Sparks,
The Martian,
Basic Channel,
Sam Rivers,
Ken Boothe,
Lou Reed,
Loose Ends,
PIL,
Dawn Penn,
The Last Poets,
X-102,
The Real Kids,
Shuggie Otis,
UT,
Ohio Players,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Ludus,
Idris Muhammad,
The Cramps,
Delon & Dalcan,
Alison Limerick,
The Fall,
Soul Sonic Force,
Quantec,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Names,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
New Age Steppers,
The Neon Judgement,
The Fugs,
48th St. Collective,
Matthew Halsall,
Tres Demented,
Television,
Wire,
Fear,
Maleditus Sound,
Derrick Morgan,
Letta Mbulu,
Tim Buckley,
Blossom Toes,
Gang Green,
Young Marble Giants,
Pussy Galore,
Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow.
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.