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 New Zealand and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and London.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Minor Threat to the funk 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 The Seeds. All the underground hits.
All OOIOO tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy Collins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet 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 snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crooked Eye,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Funky Four + One,
The Evens,
Royal Trux,
Little Man,
Animal Collective,
Hashim,
Dual Sessions,
Eli Mardock,
Country Teasers,
Intrusion,
Fela Kuti,
Basic Channel,
Young Marble Giants,
Youth Brigade,
Tim Buckley,
Althea and Donna,
The Names,
Maurizio,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Isaac Hayes,
Alice Coltrane,
Buzzcocks,
Organ,
Harpers Bizarre,
Mantronix,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Technova,
Main Source,
Connie Case,
Index,
Lakeside,
Harmonia,
Reagan Youth,
Eve St. Jones,
Sonic Youth,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Minor Threat,
Scion,
Thee Headcoats,
Symarip,
Wally Richardson,
Chris Corsano,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Lalann,
Donald Byrd,
D'Angelo,
Marc Almond,
Pussy Galore,
Agitation Free,
Archie Shepp,
Ossler,
8 Eyed Spy,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sixth Finger,
Lower 48,
David Bowie,
Metal Thangz,
The Birthday Party,
Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan.
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.