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 Ivory Coast and from Salvador.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the marimba 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 The Pop Group to the crunk 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 Mission of Burma. All the underground hits.
All The Cramps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fatback Band 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare 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 synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Inner City,
Theoretical Girls,
The Saints,
Gang of Four,
The Slackers,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
B.T. Express,
Hot Snakes,
Pere Ubu,
Rosa Yemen,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Nick Fraelich,
The Seeds,
Bill Wells,
Josef K,
One Last Wish,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Massinfluence,
Anthony Braxton,
Lower 48,
Bob Dylan,
Nik Kershaw,
Can,
Agitation Free,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Malaria!,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Standells,
Sparks,
Sandy B,
the Soft Cell,
T. Rex,
Schoolly D,
China Crisis,
The Index,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Popol Vuh,
Terry Callier,
Severed Heads,
Visage,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Fat Boys,
Section 25,
Charles Mingus,
Ludus,
JFA,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Neon Judgement,
Gabor Szabo,
New Age Steppers,
Tim Buckley,
Ralphi Rosario,
New Order,
Fugazi,
Vainqueur,
Bootsy Collins,
the Sonics,
The Trojans,
Flash Fearless,
The Beau Brummels,
Todd Rundgren,
Tommy Roe,
Kas Product,
Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail.
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.