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 Angola and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines to the techno 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 Quando Quango. All the underground hits.
All The Cosmic Jokers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camouflage record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba 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 clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Audionom,
The Cure,
Michelle Simonal,
The Evens,
Eric Dolphy,
Aaron Thompson,
MDC,
Robert Hood,
Fear,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Camberwell Now,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sarah Menescal,
Radiohead,
Marshall Jefferson,
a-ha,
Ornette Coleman,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Man Eating Sloth,
Symarip,
The Offenders,
Monks,
Anthony Braxton,
Yaz,
Bang On A Can,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Misunderstood,
Quando Quango,
The New Christs,
Brass Construction,
ABC,
Piero Umiliani,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
D'Angelo,
Rites of Spring,
One Last Wish,
Robert Görl,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Dawn Penn,
the Swans,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Monks,
The Dave Clark Five,
Echospace,
Intrusion,
Surgeon,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Smoke,
The Black Dice,
Grey Daturas,
Spandau Ballet,
Gabor Szabo,
Country Teasers,
Cecil Taylor,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Patti Smith,
Crime,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Gichy Dan,
PIL, PIL, PIL, PIL.
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.