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 Estonia and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Rekid to the electroclash 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 Lyres. All the underground hits.
All U.S. Maple tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Misunderstood 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Schoolly D record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fifty Foot Hose,
Dorothy Ashby,
Todd Terry,
Oneida,
Robert Hood,
Mandrill,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Marvin Gaye,
The Residents,
The Black Dice,
Porter Ricks,
The United States of America,
The Cramps,
World's Most,
Ronnie Foster,
Sixth Finger,
The Doors,
Anakelly,
Skarface,
La Düsseldorf,
Ludus,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Wire,
The Fortunes,
Second Layer,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Gladiators,
Scientists,
a-ha,
Lalann,
Bad Manners,
T.S.O.L.,
Tim Buckley,
Lebanon Hanover,
Traffic Nightmare,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Subhumans,
Depeche Mode,
Derrick May,
Charles Mingus,
Man Parrish,
Michelle Simonal,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Barracudas,
Lou Reed,
Excepter,
Groovy Waters,
Warren Ellis,
Qualms,
Barrington Levy,
Kool Moe Dee,
Kerri Chandler,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Vogues,
the Fania All-Stars,
Audionom,
Country Teasers,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Fuzztones,
Barbara Tucker,
Royal Trux,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch.
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.