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 Sudan and from Milan.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Loose Ends to the grunge 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 Prince Buster. All the underground hits.
All Frankie Knuckles tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moby Grape 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lyres record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moss Icon,
The Count Five,
Albert Ayler,
the Bar-Kays,
Amon Düül,
Frankie Knuckles,
Scientists,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Angels of Light,
Con Funk Shun,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Parry Music,
Au Pairs,
Agent Orange,
Joy Division,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Banda Bassotti,
Suburban Knight,
Reuben Wilson,
Kerrie Biddell,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Lou Christie,
Fugazi,
Todd Rundgren,
Ice-T,
Sonic Youth,
Lindisfarne,
Urselle,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Howard Jones,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Hardrive,
Mr. Review,
Aloha Tigers,
Camberwell Now,
Visage,
World's Most,
The Busters,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Martian,
Cal Tjader,
Joe Finger,
Anakelly,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Kool Moe Dee,
Alphaville,
Man Parrish,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Maurizio,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Vainqueur,
Blancmange,
China Crisis,
Skriet,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Neu!,
The Music Machine,
The Invisible,
Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans.
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.