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 Mozambique and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the sitar 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 The Stooges to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Sonic Youth. All the underground hits.
All Gong tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Wyatt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 MDC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scientists,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Cymande,
Zero Boys,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Stooges,
Hoover,
The Evens,
Lungfish,
Charles Mingus,
Gang Gang Dance,
Depeche Mode,
Public Enemy,
Kerri Chandler,
Black Flag,
Rosa Yemen,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Walker Brothers,
Colin Newman,
Drexciya,
Unrelated Segments,
The Trojans,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Boz Scaggs,
The Last Poets,
Kevin Saunderson,
Glenn Branca,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Underground Resistance,
Sun Ra,
Unwound,
Shoche,
Bang On A Can,
K-Klass,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Mars,
Boogie Down Productions,
Piero Umiliani,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sandy B,
Archie Shepp,
The Fire Engines,
Siglo XX,
Bootsy Collins,
Ituana,
MDC,
Young Marble Giants,
Jeru the Damaja,
Wasted Youth,
Agitation Free,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
R.M.O.,
Nirvana,
Metal Thangz,
Porter Ricks,
Gang Starr,
Soft Cell,
Shuggie Otis,
DJ Sneak,
Pulsallama,
JFA, JFA, JFA, JFA.
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.