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 Lesotho 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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Bremen.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
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 Goldenarms to the grime 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 Normal. All the underground hits.
All Vladislav Delay tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Victims record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro 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 snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Green,
Arcadia,
Drexciya,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Monks,
The Leaves,
Echospace,
Sun City Girls,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Remains,
Black Moon,
Peter & Gordon,
MC5,
Pantaleimon,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Golliwogs,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Mojo Men,
Scan 7,
Gerry Rafferty,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Fortunes,
DJ Style,
Lyres,
Yazoo,
Fatback Band,
Glenn Branca,
The Names,
Parry Music,
Kevin Saunderson,
Funky Four + One,
Scrapy,
Colin Newman,
Flipper,
Average White Band,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Misunderstood,
Lou Reed,
Aloha Tigers,
Das Ding,
Kas Product,
Dual Sessions,
Sugar Minott,
Unrelated Segments,
Guru Guru,
Charles Mingus,
Symarip,
Porter Ricks,
Ronnie Foster,
Ponytail,
Desert Stars,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Can,
Metal Thangz,
Robert Wyatt,
John Holt,
Audionom,
The Beau Brummels,
OOIOO,
Letta Mbulu,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne.
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.