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 Swaziland and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 DNA to the rap 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 The Cosmic Jokers. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cybotron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar 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 spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Isaac Hayes,
Chrome,
Jeff Mills,
The Stooges,
Harpers Bizarre,
Gichy Dan,
The Red Krayola,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Fugs,
Brick,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Big Daddy Kane,
Smog,
MDC,
Piero Umiliani,
Mark Hollis,
Fatback Band,
Wings,
Man Parrish,
Silicon Teens,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Scan 7,
The J.B.'s,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Ultra Naté,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Walker Brothers,
Metal Thangz,
Sex Pistols,
Cybotron,
Godley & Creme,
Niagra,
Minor Threat,
The Victims,
Duran Duran,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sandy B,
The Dirtbombs,
U.S. Maple,
Q65,
Brand Nubian,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Gabor Szabo,
Skaos,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Soft Machine,
LL Cool J,
Clear Light,
Peter and Kerry,
Oneida,
Dark Day,
Scrapy,
a-ha,
Babytalk,
Joe Finger,
La Düsseldorf,
Juan Atkins,
Masters at Work,
Severed Heads,
Al Stewart,
Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig.
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.