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 Andorra and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 Lille and Jakarta.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the sitar 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 Joyce Sims to the rap 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 Derrick Morgan. All the underground hits.
All Pet Shop Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiohead 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 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 marimba and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a marimba.
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,
Moss Icon,
The Selecter,
Animal Collective,
Cecil Taylor,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Durutti Column,
Robert Görl,
World's Most,
Magma,
Swans,
Nirvana,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Residents,
The Alarm Clocks,
Junior Murvin,
Flamin' Groovies,
Matthew Bourne,
Ornette Coleman,
Radiopuhelimet,
Swell Maps,
The Dave Clark Five,
Eddi Front,
Theoretical Girls,
Stetsasonic,
Cameo,
Qualms,
The Busters,
Japan,
Nas,
Country Joe & The Fish,
JFA,
Panda Bear,
Johnny Osbourne,
Monolake,
Soul Sonic Force,
Crime,
Warren Ellis,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Roger Hodgson,
Wolf Eyes,
Dual Sessions,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Tubeway Army,
Gichy Dan,
Crash Course in Science,
Public Image Ltd.,
Section 25,
Little Man,
Au Pairs,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
a-ha,
KRS-One,
Magazine,
Scan 7,
The Gladiators,
The Cramps,
Mo-Dettes,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Happenings,
Big Daddy Kane,
Tomorrow,
The Names, The Names, The Names, The Names.
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.