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 Panama and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the theremin 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 The Seeds to the disco 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 Blancmange. All the underground hits.
All Moby Grape tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Los Fastidios 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a FM Einheit 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?
Mr. Review,
Smog,
FM Einheit,
Marmalade,
The Moleskins,
Suicide,
Grey Daturas,
Make Up,
The Cramps,
PIL,
Dead Boys,
The Monochrome Set,
The Blues Magoos,
Von Mondo,
The Smiths,
X-Ray Spex,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Bootsy Collins,
Country Teasers,
Lucky Dragons,
Television,
Rosa Yemen,
Cal Tjader,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Porter Ricks,
Saccharine Trust,
Gang Starr,
Man Parrish,
Piero Umiliani,
The Doors,
The Gladiators,
Spandau Ballet,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Bill Near,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
the Human League,
Anthony Braxton,
Jacob Miller,
AZ,
The Misunderstood,
Crispian St. Peters,
Fear,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Soft Cell,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Fuzztones,
Quando Quango,
Matthew Bourne,
Cymande,
Clear Light,
Pagans,
Roy Ayers,
Arcadia,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
D'Angelo,
Minor Threat,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
8 Eyed Spy,
Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product.
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.