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 Japan and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Portland.
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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 A Certain Ratio to the jazz 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 Dead Boys. All the underground hits.
All Banda Bassotti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Red Krayola record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 theremin and a harpsichord 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 clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quando Quango,
Tropical Tobacco,
Malaria!,
Circle Jerks,
Second Layer,
Robert Görl,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Radio Birdman,
Joe Smooth,
The Victims,
The Fugs,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Charles Mingus,
Kevin Saunderson,
Bob Dylan,
Suburban Knight,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Kool Moe Dee,
Talk Talk,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Velvet Underground,
The Sonics,
Althea and Donna,
Fela Kuti,
Sugar Minott,
Camouflage,
U.S. Maple,
The Offenders,
Erasure,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Laurel Aitken,
Wolf Eyes,
Connie Case,
The Standells,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Last Poets,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Ronan,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Royal Trux,
Make Up,
Pantaleimon,
Sexual Harrassment,
Faust,
Joy Division,
New York Dolls,
The Knickerbockers,
Lebanon Hanover,
Jawbox,
Mad Mike,
Pulsallama,
Schoolly D,
New Age Steppers,
a-ha,
Ronnie Foster,
Gang of Four,
Flash Fearless,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
cv313,
David Bowie,
Crime,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers.
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.