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 Cape Verde and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Agent Orange to the grunge 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 Rakim. All the underground hits.
All Rod Modell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delon & Dalcan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sonic Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
F. McDonald,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sound Behaviour,
The Smoke,
Pantytec,
Black Flag,
Audionom,
Scratch Acid,
Nils Olav,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Johnny Osbourne,
Circle Jerks,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Roy Ayers,
The Kinks,
Interpol,
Erasure,
Wire,
Porter Ricks,
John Holt,
OOIOO,
The Wake,
The Monochrome Set,
MDC,
The Skatalites,
Crash Course in Science,
Little Man,
Smog,
The Flesh Eaters,
Connie Case,
Simply Red,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Deakin,
Carl Craig,
Au Pairs,
Lalo Schifrin,
Gang Green,
Kenny Larkin,
Inner City,
Pet Shop Boys,
Mr. Review,
Index,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Misunderstood,
Sun Ra,
the Soft Cell,
the Bar-Kays,
Brothers Johnson,
Electric Prunes,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Kayak,
Warren Ellis,
X-Ray Spex,
Newcleus,
New York Dolls,
Spoonie Gee,
Gastr Del Sol,
Ronan,
The Evens,
Ralphi Rosario,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine.
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.