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 Paraguay and from Seoul.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Siglo XX to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Hoover. All the underground hits.
All Archie Shepp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythim Is Rhythim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Eating Sloth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
CMW,
Organ,
Aaron Thompson,
Marine Girls,
kango's stein massive,
F. McDonald,
Anthony Braxton,
Desert Stars,
Joe Finger,
Dual Sessions,
Soft Cell,
Boz Scaggs,
Skaos,
Excepter,
The Seeds,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Electric Prunes,
The Saints,
The Mummies,
Funky Four + One,
the Slits,
The Wake,
Barry Ungar,
Throbbing Gristle,
Kevin Saunderson,
Scientists,
The Detroit Cobras,
Aswad,
Idris Muhammad,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Tropical Tobacco,
Erykah Badu,
The Happenings,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Slackers,
These Immortal Souls,
Sällskapet,
Groovy Waters,
Iggy Pop,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
New York Dolls,
Cluster,
Quando Quango,
Pierre Henry,
Jeff Mills,
Maleditus Sound,
Babytalk,
Laurel Aitken,
Ultravox,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Birthday Party,
Negative Approach,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Dead C,
Pharoah Sanders,
Derrick May,
Heaven 17,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Siglo XX,
The Misunderstood,
Little Man, Little Man, Little Man, Little Man.
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.