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 New Zealand and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 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 Audionom to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Nico. All the underground hits.
All Be Bop Deluxe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Bowie 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Circle Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sarah Menescal,
Ossler,
Fela Kuti,
Spoonie Gee,
the Slits,
FM Einheit,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Funky Four + One,
Matthew Halsall,
Ituana,
Nico,
The Black Dice,
Kool Moe Dee,
Basic Channel,
The United States of America,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The J.B.'s,
Pulsallama,
Michelle Simonal,
Rufus Thomas,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Cluster,
Subhumans,
Vladislav Delay,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Main Source,
Davy DMX,
Arcadia,
Ken Boothe,
Gang Starr,
Gang Gang Dance,
Severed Heads,
The Slits,
KRS-One,
Talk Talk,
Joe Finger,
Inner City,
Peter & Gordon,
Icehouse,
Kenny Larkin,
Ralphi Rosario,
Monks,
The Doors,
Altered Images,
Joensuu 1685,
OOIOO,
EPMD,
Robert Hood,
Minnie Riperton,
The Fuzztones,
Adolescents,
Prince Buster,
Circle Jerks,
Faraquet,
Crash Course in Science,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Model 500,
Bill Wells,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Sonics,
Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes.
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.