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 Netherlands and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 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 The Slackers to the grunge 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 Joensuu 1685. All the underground hits.
All Clear Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a FM Einheit record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Offenders,
Schoolly D,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
R.M.O.,
Ultimate Spinach,
Wasted Youth,
Circle Jerks,
Public Enemy,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Minnie Riperton,
Ice-T,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Jawbox,
Bauhaus,
John Holt,
The Alarm Clocks,
Arthur Verocai,
Pantaleimon,
Moss Icon,
Flash Fearless,
Angry Samoans,
John Lydon,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Lungfish,
Mission of Burma,
Monolake,
The Litter,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Pretty Things,
Freddie Wadling,
Anthony Braxton,
Thee Headcoats,
Radiopuhelimet,
Suburban Knight,
Letta Mbulu,
The Remains,
Leonard Cohen,
Drive Like Jehu,
Porter Ricks,
The Red Krayola,
JFA,
Funky Four + One,
The Searchers,
Charles Mingus,
Excepter,
Grauzone,
Alison Limerick,
Colin Newman,
Chrome,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Barry Ungar,
Junior Murvin,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sonny Sharrock,
Audionom,
The Kinks,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
New Age Steppers,
Connie Case,
Nick Fraelich,
Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance.
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.