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 Slovenia and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Hong Kong.
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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Swans. All the underground hits.
All X-Ray Spex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fifty Foot Hose 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin 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 guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Teasers,
Cluster,
Bizarre Inc.,
Donny Hathaway,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
R.M.O.,
Sällskapet,
Chris & Cosey,
Quadrant,
The Busters,
Bob Dylan,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Cowsills,
Sixth Finger,
48th St. Collective,
Amon Düül,
Gang of Four,
Isaac Hayes,
Deadbeat,
Eric B and Rakim,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Reuben Wilson,
Sun City Girls,
Eddi Front,
June of 44,
Glenn Branca,
Kayak,
Ossler,
Basic Channel,
Soulsonic Force,
Lee Hazlewood,
Popol Vuh,
Amazonics,
Colin Newman,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Panda Bear,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
AZ,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Cymande,
Eric Copeland,
Big Daddy Kane,
Ponytail,
Nik Kershaw,
Mark Hollis,
Max Romeo,
Livin' Joy,
Rufus Thomas,
Duran Duran,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Second Layer,
the Germs,
The Saints,
Bauhaus,
Slave,
The Techniques,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Warsaw,
The Durutti Column,
Symarip,
Camberwell Now,
Jeff Lynne,
Cameo,
The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels.
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.