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 Egypt and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Glasgow.
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 chamberlin 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 Erykah Badu to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 John Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All The Last Poets tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Music Machine 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba 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 synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faust,
Fluxion,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Skarface,
The Gap Band,
La Düsseldorf,
Massinfluence,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Camouflage,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Lou Reed,
Marvin Gaye,
Mandrill,
Delta 5,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Albert Ayler,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Junior Murvin,
Bob Dylan,
Y Pants,
Tres Demented,
Tommy Roe,
The Remains,
the Bar-Kays,
the Fania All-Stars,
Slave,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Pretty Things,
Man Parrish,
Groovy Waters,
Index,
Warsaw,
Das Ding,
Carl Craig,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Underground Resistance,
Radiohead,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Pantaleimon,
Juan Atkins,
Joe Smooth,
Tears for Fears,
Gang Gang Dance,
Slick Rick,
Ornette Coleman,
Maleditus Sound,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Scrapy,
Black Moon,
The American Breed,
Jeru the Damaja,
Fear,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Index,
Bobby Sherman,
DJ Style,
Whodini,
The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves.
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.