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 Sweden and from Manila.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Youth Brigade to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Bobbi Humphrey. All the underground hits.
All Los Fastidios tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Görl 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Martian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Beau Brummels,
Mad Mike,
Suicide,
Roxette,
Panda Bear,
Gichy Dan,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Quando Quango,
the Germs,
Bootsy Collins,
Zero Boys,
Sugar Minott,
Yazoo,
Reuben Wilson,
These Immortal Souls,
Godley & Creme,
Skriet,
Pharoah Sanders,
Cheater Slicks,
D'Angelo,
Boz Scaggs,
Tim Buckley,
The Gories,
Nirvana,
Isaac Hayes,
Ken Boothe,
U.S. Maple,
Minny Pops,
Altered Images,
Anakelly,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Offenders,
Bill Wells,
the Association,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Dave Clark Five,
Mission of Burma,
Gang Gang Dance,
Glenn Branca,
OOIOO,
The Zeros,
A Certain Ratio,
The Pretty Things,
Ornette Coleman,
Fear,
The Blackbyrds,
Kaleidoscope,
Peter and Kerry,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
June Days,
Aswad,
The Trojans,
The Red Krayola,
Wire,
Iggy Pop,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Lucky Dragons,
Eric Dolphy,
Thee Headcoats,
Jandek,
Pylon,
Magazine,
The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor.
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.