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 Nauru and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Mars to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam. All the underground hits.
All Beasts of Bourbon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Germs 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ 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 theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Byron Stingily,
Sister Nancy,
Al Stewart,
New Order,
Stetsasonic,
In Retrospect,
Eric Copeland,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Susan Cadogan,
Black Bananas,
F. McDonald,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Ronnie Foster,
Theoretical Girls,
Oneida,
Lyres,
The Neon Judgement,
OOIOO,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Doors,
Sexual Harrassment,
Neil Young,
The Searchers,
Erykah Badu,
Dawn Penn,
The Shadows of Knight,
Swans,
Bang On A Can,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Mojo Men,
Hoover,
The Trojans,
U.S. Maple,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Rapeman,
Sonic Youth,
Talk Talk,
Gang Gang Dance,
Matthew Halsall,
The J.B.'s,
Dorothy Ashby,
Glenn Branca,
Man Eating Sloth,
Easy Going,
Joy Division,
Mars,
The Gap Band,
Ornette Coleman,
The Gories,
Albert Ayler,
The Monks,
the Slits,
Nico,
This Heat,
Marshall Jefferson,
Robert Hood,
Sarah Menescal,
Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt.
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.