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 Grenada and from Winnipeg.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Calgary.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Gian Franco Pienzio to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 L. Decosne. All the underground hits.
All Junior Murvin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stereo Dub record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum 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 oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Slackers,
Sight & Sound,
T. Rex,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Cameo,
Soft Cell,
Mandrill,
Kool Moe Dee,
Intrusion,
a-ha,
Outsiders,
Man Parrish,
Wally Richardson,
the Fania All-Stars,
Trumans Water,
Amon Düül II,
Yazoo,
China Crisis,
Half Japanese,
Goldenarms,
Echospace,
Wasted Youth,
Tropical Tobacco,
Yusef Lateef,
Anthony Braxton,
Sarah Menescal,
The Monochrome Set,
Desert Stars,
The Five Americans,
The Techniques,
Swell Maps,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
CMW,
Ludus,
The Electric Prunes,
Animal Collective,
James White and The Blacks,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Fugs,
Josef K,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Darondo,
L. Decosne,
Eric B and Rakim,
Isaac Hayes,
Model 500,
The Alarm Clocks,
Rhythm & Sound,
the Normal,
Section 25,
Rekid,
Dorothy Ashby,
Eden Ahbez,
Terry Callier,
Steve Hackett,
Pharoah Sanders,
Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins.
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.