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 Lithuania and from Paris.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Slick Rick to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Jandek. All the underground hits.
All Icehouse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pole record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
OOIOO,
Reagan Youth,
Arab on Radar,
Mission of Burma,
Maleditus Sound,
Jawbox,
Masters at Work,
Rites of Spring,
Clear Light,
Aswad,
The Gun Club,
The Dave Clark Five,
Charles Mingus,
Ludus,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Young Rascals,
The Mummies,
the Human League,
Piero Umiliani,
the Slits,
Derrick May,
The Pop Group,
DJ Sneak,
Kaleidoscope,
MC5,
The Remains,
Sonic Youth,
Siglo XX,
DNA,
Skriet,
Ultravox,
48th St. Collective,
Flash Fearless,
LL Cool J,
The Gladiators,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sun City Girls,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Happenings,
The Residents,
Byron Stingily,
Barry Ungar,
Vladislav Delay,
Patti Smith,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Bill Near,
World's Most,
X-102,
Q65,
Rakim,
Index,
Ornette Coleman,
David McCallum,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
T.S.O.L.,
Cal Tjader,
Television Personalities,
Freddie Wadling,
The Count Five,
Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters.
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.