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 South Africa and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Mexico City.
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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Bill Wells to the rock 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 Qualms. All the underground hits.
All The Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Darondo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Zeros record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Royal Trux,
Con Funk Shun,
Neil Young,
Sam Rivers,
Black Sheep,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Aaron Thompson,
Country Teasers,
Adolescents,
Soulsonic Force,
Alton Ellis,
Scan 7,
Audionom,
Archie Shepp,
Colin Newman,
Unwound,
the Sonics,
Los Fastidios,
Motorama,
Matthew Bourne,
The Doors,
The Offenders,
Leonard Cohen,
The Leaves,
Ultra Naté,
Swell Maps,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Electric Prunes,
Vladislav Delay,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Man Parrish,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Grandmaster Flash,
Index,
The Gun Club,
Kerrie Biddell,
Jacob Miller,
Bad Manners,
Agent Orange,
Main Source,
The Martian,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
MC5,
The Angels of Light,
Joe Smooth,
The Trojans,
John Lydon,
Davy DMX,
Yellowson,
Nation of Ulysses,
Tubeway Army,
Sexual Harrassment,
Dawn Penn,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sister Nancy,
Suburban Knight,
Jeff Mills,
Joe Finger,
Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music.
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.