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 Armenia and from Toronto.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the snare 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 Nick Fraelich to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Man Eating Sloth. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlback record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer 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 clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mark Hollis,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Boredoms,
New Order,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Remains,
Donald Byrd,
Rosa Yemen,
Make Up,
Lalann,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Gang of Four,
Clear Light,
Chris & Cosey,
Pharoah Sanders,
Gang Starr,
Todd Rundgren,
Los Fastidios,
Khruangbin,
Tears for Fears,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Zapp,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Lower 48,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Red Krayola,
Mary Jane Girls,
Albert Ayler,
The Selecter,
AZ,
Barrington Levy,
Gang Gang Dance,
Kayak,
Can,
The Move,
Don Cherry,
The Vogues,
Unwound,
Nik Kershaw,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Gichy Dan,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Gladiators,
The Knickerbockers,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Agitation Free,
Nation of Ulysses,
Matthew Bourne,
Wasted Youth,
cv313,
Shuggie Otis,
Kaleidoscope,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Birthday Party,
Main Source,
Trumans Water,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Cramps,
Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu.
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.