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 Tajikistan and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 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 Mantronix to the techno 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 Dead Boys. All the underground hits.
All Jandek tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fuzztones 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Maleditus Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Techniques,
Bush Tetras,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Dark Day,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Black Bananas,
Mr. Review,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Black Flag,
Magazine,
Pussy Galore,
Swell Maps,
Pantaleimon,
H. Thieme,
Wasted Youth,
the Normal,
Symarip,
The Evens,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Roger Hodgson,
Sonic Youth,
Sonny Sharrock,
Brass Construction,
Motorama,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Jandek,
Crooked Eye,
Reuben Wilson,
Aloha Tigers,
Drexciya,
FM Einheit,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Vainqueur,
Tommy Roe,
The Human League,
OOIOO,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Names,
The Birthday Party,
Wolf Eyes,
The Detroit Cobras,
the Association,
Barry Ungar,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Moody Blues,
The Blues Magoos,
Wire,
Bobby Womack,
The Five Americans,
Connie Case,
Harry Pussy,
Terrestrial Tones,
Radiopuhelimet,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Skarface,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Clear Light,
Scott Walker,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Flash Fearless,
Theoretical Girls,
Warren Ellis,
David Bowie,
T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L..
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.