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 Gabon and from Beijing.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Sight & Sound to the disco 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 Lou Reed. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Womack tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cheater Slicks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 clarinet 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 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Silicon Teens,
Grauzone,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Lalann,
Ludus,
The Mojo Men,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Detroit Cobras,
Althea and Donna,
Aloha Tigers,
Youth Brigade,
The Moody Blues,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Matthew Halsall,
The Trojans,
Crooked Eye,
Deepchord,
Joe Finger,
Jandek,
La Düsseldorf,
Lungfish,
Grey Daturas,
Joey Negro,
Swans,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Kool Moe Dee,
Funky Four + One,
Metal Thangz,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Hardrive,
Quantec,
Magazine,
The Modern Lovers,
Spandau Ballet,
Gastr Del Sol,
Second Layer,
Peter and Kerry,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Alarm Clocks,
Mandrill,
John Lydon,
Don Cherry,
Icehouse,
Liliput,
Y Pants,
Connie Case,
Wally Richardson,
Black Pus,
Stiv Bators,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Dirtbombs,
The Saints,
Michelle Simonal,
New York Dolls,
Charles Mingus,
Camouflage,
Pylon,
Ice-T,
Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band.
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.