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 Burkina and from Johannesburg.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 güiro 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 Seeds to the grunge 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 Slits. All the underground hits.
All Pharoah Sanders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Beasts of Bourbon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fugazi record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joensuu 1685,
Joey Negro,
Matthew Bourne,
Black Sheep,
Lee Hazlewood,
Trumans Water,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sixth Finger,
Angry Samoans,
Eddi Front,
Masters at Work,
Stockholm Monsters,
Erasure,
Japan,
Yellowson,
Robert Wyatt,
Barbara Tucker,
Lucky Dragons,
Joyce Sims,
Suicide,
Man Parrish,
The Cramps,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Soft Machine,
Minnie Riperton,
Easy Going,
Interpol,
Procol Harum,
Ohio Players,
Mo-Dettes,
The New Christs,
Letta Mbulu,
Audionom,
Nas,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Animal Collective,
Alphaville,
Jerry Gold Smith,
R.M.O.,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Lungfish,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Cameo,
The Alarm Clocks,
the Soft Cell,
Flamin' Groovies,
Yaz,
Nation of Ulysses,
JFA,
Maleditus Sound,
Todd Terry,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Minny Pops,
Sonic Youth,
The Toasters,
The Fire Engines,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Invisible,
Outsiders,
These Immortal Souls,
The Blackbyrds,
Scientists, Scientists, Scientists, Scientists.
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.