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 East Timor and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Salvador.
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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the marimba 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 Arab on Radar to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Arab on Radar. All the underground hits.
All Scan 7 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sarah Menescal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro 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 linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Technova,
Jerry's Kids,
Robert Wyatt,
Masters at Work,
Y Pants,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Joe Finger,
Joyce Sims,
Minutemen,
Pere Ubu,
Rakim,
Warren Ellis,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Hardrive,
Inner City,
Cheater Slicks,
Pharoah Sanders,
Pussy Galore,
The Wake,
Ludus,
Boogie Down Productions,
Loose Ends,
Pylon,
H. Thieme,
The Victims,
Sandy B,
Bizarre Inc.,
Reuben Wilson,
The J.B.'s,
Average White Band,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Darondo,
ABC,
Sun City Girls,
Gastr Del Sol,
F. McDonald,
ABBA,
Cluster,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Minnie Riperton,
Camouflage,
Pet Shop Boys,
Kurtis Blow,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Peter & Gordon,
Eli Mardock,
The Martian,
Boredoms,
The Mojo Men,
Flipper,
Robert Görl,
Juan Atkins,
The Techniques,
Blake Baxter,
Glenn Branca,
Lalann,
Josef K,
Big Daddy Kane,
Neu!,
Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye.
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.