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 Fiji and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 arpeggiator 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 The Saints to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Severed Heads. All the underground hits.
All Tom Boy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unrelated Segments record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Altered Images record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Circle Jerks,
The Tremeloes,
Sight & Sound,
Mark Hollis,
Television Personalities,
Piero Umiliani,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sound Behaviour,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Davy DMX,
Man Parrish,
Popol Vuh,
Rekid,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Pantaleimon,
Funkadelic,
The Fortunes,
Joe Finger,
Gang of Four,
Black Moon,
Interpol,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Robert Hood,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Masters at Work,
Charles Mingus,
Mission of Burma,
The Cowsills,
The Stooges,
Massinfluence,
Prince Buster,
Monks,
JFA,
Fela Kuti,
Jandek,
Stiv Bators,
Yusef Lateef,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Alton Ellis,
Junior Murvin,
Susan Cadogan,
Wolf Eyes,
Maurizio,
Theoretical Girls,
The Smoke,
Radio Birdman,
Iggy Pop,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Shadows of Knight,
Lalann,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Glenn Branca,
Hashim,
The Seeds,
Parry Music,
The J.B.'s,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers.
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.