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 Taiwan and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 oboe 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 Von Mondo 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 The Smoke. All the underground hits.
All Surgeon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every LL Cool J 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Normal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
In Retrospect,
Cecil Taylor,
Gong,
Aswad,
Silicon Teens,
Kurtis Blow,
The Slackers,
The Gun Club,
Joy Division,
The Evens,
Bizarre Inc.,
X-102,
Hashim,
Nirvana,
Warsaw,
Gang Starr,
The Zeros,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Y Pants,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Ice-T,
Intrusion,
John Holt,
The J.B.'s,
Visage,
Soul Sonic Force,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
X-Ray Spex,
Faust,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Red Krayola,
Minutemen,
Marcia Griffiths,
Black Flag,
kango's stein massive,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Talk Talk,
Eric Copeland,
Derrick Morgan,
H. Thieme,
Cluster,
The Music Machine,
Danielle Patucci,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Make Up,
Sexual Harrassment,
Blancmange,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Porter Ricks,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Scratch Acid,
Wasted Youth,
David Axelrod,
Kerri Chandler,
Fat Boys,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
the Sonics,
Liliput,
Throbbing Gristle,
Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare.
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.