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 Lesotho and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
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 Eric Dolphy to the electroclash 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 This Heat. All the underground hits.
All The Last Poets tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eden Ahbez record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an arpeggiator and a mellotron 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 snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Chrome,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Qualms,
Aloha Tigers,
Quadrant,
Von Mondo,
Janne Schatter,
New Order,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Kenny Larkin,
the Human League,
Ohio Players,
Faust,
Outsiders,
Chris & Cosey,
The Index,
Lungfish,
Groovy Waters,
Roxy Music,
Television Personalities,
Gastr Del Sol,
Peter & Gordon,
Freddie Wadling,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
China Crisis,
The Beau Brummels,
Brass Construction,
John Coltrane,
Fluxion,
The Fuzztones,
Matthew Halsall,
Erasure,
Maurizio,
Siglo XX,
David McCallum,
E-Dancer,
Pharoah Sanders,
Albert Ayler,
Gerry Rafferty,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Music Machine,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
L. Decosne,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Agent Orange,
A Certain Ratio,
Bob Dylan,
The Cure,
Skaos,
Barbara Tucker,
Gang of Four,
DJ Style,
Ralphi Rosario,
Michelle Simonal,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Jawbox,
X-102,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Modern Lovers,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Todd Terry,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog.
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.