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 Poland and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Royal Family And The Poor to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Marine Girls. All the underground hits.
All Black Bananas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monochrome Set record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Iggy Pop record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
PIL,
Sonic Youth,
Carl Craig,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Pylon,
Public Image Ltd.,
June of 44,
Silicon Teens,
Delon & Dalcan,
Cecil Taylor,
Lakeside,
Bush Tetras,
Half Japanese,
Monks,
The Monochrome Set,
Subhumans,
Junior Murvin,
Minutemen,
the Bar-Kays,
Suburban Knight,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Technova,
The Modern Lovers,
Minor Threat,
The Toasters,
The Fugs,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sonny Sharrock,
Jerry's Kids,
Royal Trux,
Lucky Dragons,
Moebius,
Radio Birdman,
Visage,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Lebanon Hanover,
the Slits,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
New York Dolls,
Eddi Front,
Section 25,
48th St. Collective,
Derrick Morgan,
Porter Ricks,
Barbara Tucker,
Model 500,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Residents,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Soft Cell,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Charles Mingus,
Aloha Tigers,
Supertramp,
ABBA,
a-ha,
Sly & The Family Stone,
B.T. Express,
The Red Krayola,
H. Thieme,
Nation of Ulysses,
Pagans, Pagans, Pagans, Pagans.
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.