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 Afghanistan and from Accra.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
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 Jacques Brel to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Funkadelic. All the underground hits.
All Unrelated Segments tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glenn Branca record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MC5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Juan Atkins,
Clear Light,
Tears for Fears,
Infiniti,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Tomorrow,
Chris & Cosey,
Camberwell Now,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Shoche,
Terrestrial Tones,
New Order,
The Doors,
Aloha Tigers,
Vainqueur,
Sexual Harrassment,
Minny Pops,
The Remains,
Idris Muhammad,
Dorothy Ashby,
Alice Coltrane,
Qualms,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Freddie Wadling,
Henry Cow,
Loose Ends,
the Sonics,
Adolescents,
D'Angelo,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Schoolly D,
Minutemen,
the Germs,
Amon Düül II,
Khruangbin,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Reagan Youth,
Ultra Naté,
The Fortunes,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Moleskins,
Black Flag,
The Dirtbombs,
Faust,
Lyres,
The Busters,
Desert Stars,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Kerri Chandler,
Brass Construction,
Bluetip,
Danielle Patucci,
Moby Grape,
Nas,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Wolf Eyes,
MDC,
Man Eating Sloth,
Smog,
The Fugs,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Q and Not U,
Excepter,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry.
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.