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 Uruguay and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Manila.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Girls At Our Best! to the rock 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 The Searchers. All the underground hits.
All Unrelated Segments tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Eating Sloth 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe 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 oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donald Byrd,
Los Fastidios,
Throbbing Gristle,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Alton Ellis,
Jesper Dahlback,
Rosa Yemen,
Severed Heads,
The Divine Comedy,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Moby Grape,
Shoche,
John Cale,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Intrusion,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Zeros,
Harpers Bizarre,
Yazoo,
10cc,
Bronski Beat,
Man Parrish,
Black Flag,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Detroit Cobras,
Brass Construction,
Curtis Mayfield,
Technova,
The Velvet Underground,
Bob Dylan,
the Association,
Cybotron,
Carl Craig,
La Düsseldorf,
Roxette,
Michelle Simonal,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Quando Quango,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Pylon,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Depeche Mode,
Section 25,
The Smoke,
Kaleidoscope,
Erasure,
John Coltrane,
Zero Boys,
The Fall,
T. Rex,
China Crisis,
Bobby Womack,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Gang Green,
Jacob Miller,
the Normal,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Delon & Dalcan,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Stooges,
Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars.
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.