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 Equatorial Guinea and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Rhythim Is Rhythim to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Monks. All the underground hits.
All The Modern Lovers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mary Jane Girls 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glenn Branca,
Goldenarms,
Todd Rundgren,
The Smiths,
Kerrie Biddell,
Second Layer,
Spandau Ballet,
LL Cool J,
Model 500,
KRS-One,
Howard Jones,
Minor Threat,
Easy Going,
Lungfish,
the Association,
The American Breed,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Residents,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Flash Fearless,
Ludus,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Scratch Acid,
Mars,
Skriet,
Gil Scott Heron,
Clear Light,
June of 44,
Barry Ungar,
Junior Murvin,
Echospace,
the Bar-Kays,
AZ,
Yellowson,
Ponytail,
Quadrant,
Quando Quango,
Skaos,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Basic Channel,
Warren Ellis,
Boogie Down Productions,
Morten Harket,
UT,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Jimmy McGriff,
These Immortal Souls,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Camouflage,
Grauzone,
Glambeats Corp.,
Lebanon Hanover,
Desert Stars,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
John Foxx,
Niagra,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Flipper,
Lalo Schifrin,
Chris Corsano, Chris Corsano, Chris Corsano, Chris Corsano.
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.