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 San Marino and from Jakarta.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 theremin 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 Inner City to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Bill Near. All the underground hits.
All Mark Hollis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liliput record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb 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 guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siglo XX,
Bluetip,
The Move,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sound Behaviour,
Bang On A Can,
Mars,
David McCallum,
The Wake,
Con Funk Shun,
The Fortunes,
Steve Hackett,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Deepchord,
Supertramp,
Leonard Cohen,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Techniques,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Whodini,
Jimmy McGriff,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
These Immortal Souls,
Tommy Roe,
Marc Almond,
Spandau Ballet,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sex Pistols,
Dual Sessions,
John Lydon,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Derrick Morgan,
The Birthday Party,
Reuben Wilson,
The Victims,
Mantronix,
Alton Ellis,
The Gap Band,
Danielle Patucci,
Negative Approach,
Silicon Teens,
Carl Craig,
The Grass Roots,
The Cure,
The Dave Clark Five,
Cecil Taylor,
Sun Ra,
Drexciya,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Monks,
Derrick May,
The Tremeloes,
Country Teasers,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Durutti Column,
Brass Construction,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Dead Boys,
Ronan, Ronan, Ronan, Ronan.
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.