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 Malta and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Bologna.
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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 L. Decosne to the techno 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 Throbbing Gristle. All the underground hits.
All Radiopuhelimet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Letta Mbulu 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxy Music record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fugazi,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Swell Maps,
The Shadows of Knight,
Agent Orange,
Blossom Toes,
Freddie Wadling,
Intrusion,
Technova,
T.S.O.L.,
Robert Hood,
The Misunderstood,
Dave Gahan,
Warsaw,
Franke,
The Sonics,
Kaleidoscope,
Man Parrish,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Monks,
The Black Dice,
Eric B and Rakim,
Avey Tare,
Mantronix,
Michelle Simonal,
Fifty Foot Hose,
John Holt,
Angry Samoans,
The Seeds,
KRS-One,
Aloha Tigers,
Peter and Kerry,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Slits,
Mr. Review,
Subhumans,
Barbara Tucker,
John Cale,
Sound Behaviour,
FM Einheit,
Drexciya,
Byron Stingily,
Panda Bear,
Joensuu 1685,
CMW,
The Busters,
The Music Machine,
Grauzone,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Litter,
Jandek,
Lou Reed,
Porter Ricks,
Sixth Finger,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Public Image Ltd.,
Scott Walker,
Reagan Youth,
Dawn Penn,
Excepter,
In Retrospect,
Von Mondo,
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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.