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 Australia and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 the Fania All-Stars to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Pagans. All the underground hits.
All Goldenarms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Sonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb 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 an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacques Brel,
The Velvet Underground,
Tres Demented,
the Germs,
Adolescents,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Jerry's Kids,
Gabor Szabo,
Kayak,
Todd Rundgren,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Happenings,
Moby Grape,
Sexual Harrassment,
John Cale,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Nils Olav,
D'Angelo,
Charles Mingus,
Boogie Down Productions,
Alison Limerick,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
China Crisis,
Motorama,
Steve Hackett,
Deadbeat,
Silicon Teens,
Chrome,
Kerrie Biddell,
Scott Walker,
ABC,
Sixth Finger,
Bauhaus,
John Foxx,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Five Americans,
Soulsonic Force,
The Buckinghams,
Kas Product,
Morten Harket,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Dorothy Ashby,
Tim Buckley,
Mars,
The Cowsills,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
These Immortal Souls,
Index,
Jeff Mills,
Grey Daturas,
Reagan Youth,
Man Parrish,
Mission of Burma,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Wings,
Half Japanese,
David Bowie,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Aaron Thompson,
Vladislav Delay,
Pole,
Alphaville,
Rufus Thomas,
Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band.
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.