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 Albania and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 chamberlin 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 Boredoms to the funk 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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse. All the underground hits.
All The Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Porter Ricks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jandek,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Pop Group,
Rapeman,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Barracudas,
Swell Maps,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
X-101,
Sonic Youth,
The Gun Club,
Robert Görl,
The Smoke,
Sandy B,
Cal Tjader,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Nas,
Andrew Hill,
Barry Ungar,
Kool Moe Dee,
Lucky Dragons,
Duran Duran,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Maurizio,
Lindisfarne,
Dark Day,
Amazonics,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Freddie Wadling,
Pantytec,
Black Bananas,
Pierre Henry,
Neu!,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Rekid,
Banda Bassotti,
EPMD,
The Beau Brummels,
The Flesh Eaters,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Second Layer,
Tomorrow,
Crispy Ambulance,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sugar Minott,
The Associates,
Marmalade,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Marc Almond,
Radiohead,
Fluxion,
New York Dolls,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Brass Construction,
The Trojans,
Sarah Menescal,
Wasted Youth,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Unrelated Segments,
Mary Jane Girls,
Mo-Dettes,
Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop.
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.