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 Pakistan and from Paris.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Dark Day to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Victims. All the underground hits.
All Ash Ra Tempel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deadbeat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Eating Sloth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
F. McDonald,
Au Pairs,
Soulsonic Force,
MC5,
The Young Rascals,
The Saints,
Surgeon,
Thompson Twins,
Harmonia,
JFA,
K-Klass,
the Slits,
The Alarm Clocks,
Qualms,
Malaria!,
kango's stein massive,
Faust,
Depeche Mode,
Subhumans,
Gong,
Quando Quango,
The Move,
Black Sheep,
Circle Jerks,
Popol Vuh,
Bang On A Can,
Rosa Yemen,
The Velvet Underground,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Drive Like Jehu,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Cheater Slicks,
Monolake,
Jacques Brel,
The Gories,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
X-101,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Joe Smooth,
Negative Approach,
Mo-Dettes,
Infiniti,
Warren Ellis,
Pylon,
LL Cool J,
The Angels of Light,
The Fuzztones,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Angry Samoans,
Rufus Thomas,
Eve St. Jones,
Grandmaster Flash,
Barry Ungar,
The Invisible,
Cecil Taylor,
Stockholm Monsters,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
New Order,
Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance.
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.