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 Marshall Islands and from London.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 mellotron 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 Seeds to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Minutemen. All the underground hits.
All The Blackbyrds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gastr Del Sol record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a K-Klass record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thee Headcoats,
Marcia Griffiths,
Nirvana,
Tom Boy,
Babytalk,
Bizarre Inc.,
Slave,
Mr. Review,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Bobby Sherman,
Agitation Free,
Faraquet,
Nick Fraelich,
Janne Schatter,
The Blackbyrds,
The Moody Blues,
Joyce Sims,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sexual Harrassment,
DJ Sneak,
Adolescents,
John Holt,
Sister Nancy,
Rites of Spring,
Jeru the Damaja,
Soft Cell,
Crispian St. Peters,
Curtis Mayfield,
Bootsy Collins,
The Fuzztones,
Q65,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Zeros,
The Invisible,
The Selecter,
Josef K,
The United States of America,
Youth Brigade,
Leonard Cohen,
Stiv Bators,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Godley & Creme,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Unwound,
F. McDonald,
Supertramp,
The Gladiators,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Patti Smith,
Barclay James Harvest,
June of 44,
Graham Central Station,
Maurizio,
The Doors,
Erykah Badu,
Black Sheep,
OOIOO,
The Dave Clark Five,
Public Image Ltd.,
Rapeman,
Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio.
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.