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 Australia and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 David Bowie 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 Sonic Youth to the rock 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 Kango’s Stein Massive. All the underground hits.
All The Golliwogs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faraquet 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a F. McDonald record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boredoms,
Malaria!,
Rites of Spring,
Blancmange,
Ralphi Rosario,
Pagans,
Q and Not U,
The Golliwogs,
Marine Girls,
Cecil Taylor,
Y Pants,
Mission of Burma,
the Slits,
Niagra,
Alice Coltrane,
The Dirtbombs,
Flamin' Groovies,
L. Decosne,
Negative Approach,
Donald Byrd,
Chrome,
Tom Boy,
Harpers Bizarre,
Ken Boothe,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Fire Engines,
The Moody Blues,
Ten City,
Monolake,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Tremeloes,
Albert Ayler,
Byron Stingily,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Amazonics,
the Swans,
Con Funk Shun,
Brothers Johnson,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
John Holt,
The Fuzztones,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
R.M.O.,
Pierre Henry,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Kinks,
Goldenarms,
The Blackbyrds,
Eddi Front,
Joy Division,
Fatback Band,
Graham Central Station,
U.S. Maple,
Popol Vuh,
Fad Gadget,
The Doors,
Peter and Kerry,
Duran Duran,
Jeff Mills,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Red Krayola,
Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive.
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.