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 Somalia and from Philadelphia.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Hong Kong.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Albert Ayler to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Ituana. All the underground hits.
All Vladislav Delay tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Los Fastidios 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kaleidoscope record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fugazi,
Ossler,
Rites of Spring,
PIL,
The Buckinghams,
Con Funk Shun,
E-Dancer,
T. Rex,
The Doors,
Sun City Girls,
Barry Ungar,
Intrusion,
Soft Machine,
Siglo XX,
Roxy Music,
The Misunderstood,
Peter and Kerry,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Buzzcocks,
The American Breed,
Throbbing Gristle,
Lebanon Hanover,
Babytalk,
Hardrive,
Dawn Penn,
The Remains,
Toni Rubio,
Reuben Wilson,
The Angels of Light,
EPMD,
the Normal,
Stiv Bators,
Pharoah Sanders,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
New Order,
Parry Music,
Terrestrial Tones,
Brothers Johnson,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Archie Shepp,
Jerry's Kids,
CMW,
Simply Red,
Barclay James Harvest,
Eli Mardock,
World's Most,
The Alarm Clocks,
Frankie Knuckles,
Lightning Bolt,
Circle Jerks,
Laurel Aitken,
Drexciya,
Bush Tetras,
The Young Rascals,
Von Mondo,
Lindisfarne,
Crooked Eye,
Moss Icon,
Jeff Lynne,
K-Klass,
Andrew Hill,
Sex Pistols,
Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction.
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.