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 Libya and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 linndrum 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 Royal Family And The Poor to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Kaleidoscope. All the underground hits.
All Magma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Connie Case record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Monolake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sam Rivers,
Adolescents,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Cramps,
Neu!,
Sexual Harrassment,
Piero Umiliani,
The Five Americans,
Clear Light,
Whodini,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Kevin Saunderson,
Pulsallama,
Essential Logic,
Shuggie Otis,
Zero Boys,
Wasted Youth,
Black Pus,
Shoche,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sonny Sharrock,
Danielle Patucci,
Los Fastidios,
Graham Central Station,
Television,
Eric Dolphy,
The Dave Clark Five,
Inner City,
Eurythmics,
10cc,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Joyce Sims,
The Beau Brummels,
Ice-T,
Todd Rundgren,
Donald Byrd,
Excepter,
David McCallum,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Pierre Henry,
Joy Division,
Silicon Teens,
Khruangbin,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Crash Course in Science,
Second Layer,
Wire,
Neil Young,
Moby Grape,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Drive Like Jehu,
Connie Case,
The Sound,
Black Bananas,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Lower 48,
Heaven 17,
Wolf Eyes,
The Gap Band,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Susan Cadogan,
Dennis Brown,
Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees.
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.