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 Burkina and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Mary Jane Girls to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Ituana. All the underground hits.
All Ossler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stiv Bators 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ralphi Rosario,
Rosa Yemen,
Henry Cow,
Quantec,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Terrestrial Tones,
Inner City,
Bobby Byrd,
Minnie Riperton,
Grauzone,
Darondo,
The Fuzztones,
Bluetip,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Barry Ungar,
Sparks,
Model 500,
Aural Exciters,
Marshall Jefferson,
Morten Harket,
Mantronix,
Alphaville,
The Divine Comedy,
A Certain Ratio,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Wake,
Lakeside,
Au Pairs,
ABBA,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Tim Buckley,
Aloha Tigers,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Wolf Eyes,
Desert Stars,
48th St. Collective,
T.S.O.L.,
Alton Ellis,
Matthew Halsall,
Nirvana,
Shoche,
Country Teasers,
The American Breed,
The Dead C,
DJ Sneak,
The Red Krayola,
Half Japanese,
X-Ray Spex,
Tubeway Army,
Maurizio,
H. Thieme,
the Swans,
the Association,
Eurythmics,
Ash Ra Tempel,
X-101,
Yusef Lateef,
The Busters,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Index,
Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal.
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.