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 Kazakhstan and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 güiro 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 Jandek to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Joensuu 1685. All the underground hits.
All Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delon & Dalcan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 harpsichord and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Connie Case record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Sneak,
Flash Fearless,
Eurythmics,
Grauzone,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Magma,
The Leaves,
New Age Steppers,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Gabor Szabo,
Radio Birdman,
Sister Nancy,
KRS-One,
New York Dolls,
Animal Collective,
Pagans,
Q and Not U,
Newcleus,
T.S.O.L.,
Lee Hazlewood,
AZ,
Index,
Ralphi Rosario,
Essential Logic,
Neil Young,
The Slackers,
Jacques Brel,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sixth Finger,
Jandek,
Sound Behaviour,
Kenny Larkin,
James White and The Blacks,
Mo-Dettes,
E-Dancer,
Iggy Pop,
Fad Gadget,
The Five Americans,
Interpol,
Urselle,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Judy Mowatt,
Deadbeat,
Agitation Free,
Alison Limerick,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Seeds,
Robert Görl,
Moss Icon,
The Music Machine,
Donny Hathaway,
Gang Green,
The Fortunes,
ABC,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Freddie Wadling,
Scratch Acid,
The Selecter,
Idris Muhammad,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster.
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.