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 Zambia and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Bremen.
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 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 Lou Reed & John Cale to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Throbbing Gristle. All the underground hits.
All Maleditus Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gary Puckett & The Union Gap 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator 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 sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Blossom Toes,
One Last Wish,
Arthur Verocai,
The Cure,
Ponytail,
Nik Kershaw,
The United States of America,
The Monks,
Supertramp,
The Human League,
World's Most,
Brand Nubian,
Unrelated Segments,
Kurtis Blow,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
John Holt,
Black Sheep,
The Selecter,
Deakin,
Davy DMX,
Black Moon,
Pagans,
Pierre Henry,
Hashim,
Outsiders,
Panda Bear,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Heaven 17,
Ralphi Rosario,
Man Eating Sloth,
Jeff Lynne,
Ronnie Foster,
Bobby Womack,
Fluxion,
10cc,
the Human League,
Nils Olav,
Joensuu 1685,
Stetsasonic,
Scrapy,
Robert Hood,
The Angels of Light,
Black Pus,
Dorothy Ashby,
Cybotron,
Erasure,
The Blackbyrds,
Tommy Roe,
The Litter,
Barclay James Harvest,
Faust,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sam Rivers,
Al Stewart,
The Saints,
Lakeside,
The Dave Clark Five,
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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.