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 Russia and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))) to the crunk 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 Mission of Burma. All the underground hits.
All Boogie Down Productions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gun Club record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skarface 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?
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Michelle Simonal,
Ultravox,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Los Fastidios,
Pulsallama,
Warsaw,
Max Romeo,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Black Bananas,
The Count Five,
Masters at Work,
Bush Tetras,
Scott Walker,
Sexual Harrassment,
LL Cool J,
Bobby Womack,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Blues Magoos,
Crispy Ambulance,
Tim Buckley,
Little Man,
Gichy Dan,
Swans,
Nirvana,
Kurtis Blow,
Gong,
Absolute Body Control,
X-101,
Johnny Clarke,
Hoover,
Moby Grape,
Archie Shepp,
Joey Negro,
Chrome,
Lou Reed,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Offenders,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Crooked Eye,
Howard Jones,
Tomorrow,
Ultra Naté,
Eve St. Jones,
Agent Orange,
Qualms,
Todd Rundgren,
The Last Poets,
Danielle Patucci,
Robert Görl,
Amazonics,
Barry Ungar,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Bobby Byrd,
Susan Cadogan,
Rotary Connection,
Warren Ellis,
the Association,
Soul II Soul,
Q and Not U,
E-Dancer,
Cheater Slicks,
Sparks, Sparks, Sparks, Sparks.
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.