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 Sierra Leone and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Alison Limerick to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Drexciya. All the underground hits.
All Kerri Chandler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Half Japanese 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 a synthesizer and an oboe 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 mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Green,
The Human League,
Los Fastidios,
The Fire Engines,
Accadde A,
World's Most,
Grandmaster Flash,
Scan 7,
Magazine,
Matthew Bourne,
Slick Rick,
Colin Newman,
Brothers Johnson,
Faraquet,
Harmonia,
Althea and Donna,
Warren Ellis,
Eurythmics,
Lakeside,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Victims,
Quando Quango,
Circle Jerks,
The Selecter,
the Slits,
The Gun Club,
Traffic Nightmare,
KRS-One,
Maurizio,
Scion,
Little Man,
Hot Snakes,
H. Thieme,
Loose Ends,
Mo-Dettes,
Davy DMX,
Panda Bear,
Mantronix,
Derrick Morgan,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Five Americans,
T. Rex,
Gang of Four,
Lungfish,
Tres Demented,
Whodini,
Ultra Naté,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Rakim,
Chrome,
Symarip,
Nick Fraelich,
Bill Wells,
Josef K,
Ludus,
Stetsasonic,
Icehouse,
Zero Boys,
Lalo Schifrin,
Basic Channel,
DeepChord presents Echospace, DeepChord presents Echospace, DeepChord presents Echospace, DeepChord presents Echospace.
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.