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 Haiti and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Jakarta.
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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Rosa Yemen to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Judy Mowatt. All the underground hits.
All Mr. Review tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kevin Saunderson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moss Icon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glenn Branca,
Ronnie Foster,
Jeru the Damaja,
Jesper Dahlback,
Stiv Bators,
Los Fastidios,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Aaron Thompson,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Slave,
Rosa Yemen,
The Moody Blues,
Adolescents,
Kaleidoscope,
Siglo XX,
The Leaves,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Tom Boy,
Faraquet,
Pole,
Aural Exciters,
Rapeman,
Fugazi,
These Immortal Souls,
Chris Corsano,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Bush Tetras,
Eden Ahbez,
Todd Rundgren,
The Blackbyrds,
Lalann,
Deepchord,
Duran Duran,
Sparks,
Eli Mardock,
Gastr Del Sol,
Moby Grape,
Traffic Nightmare,
Easy Going,
Sugar Minott,
The Blues Magoos,
Kurtis Blow,
DJ Style,
Junior Murvin,
Bobby Byrd,
Desert Stars,
The Gap Band,
Youth Brigade,
Bad Manners,
AZ,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Massinfluence,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Pharoah Sanders,
Iggy Pop,
Radio Birdman,
Marine Girls,
The United States of America,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sam Rivers,
cv313,
Black Flag,
Michelle Simonal,
Cymande, Cymande, Cymande, Cymande.
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.