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 Turkmenistan and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 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 The Modern Lovers to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Gabor Szabo. All the underground hits.
All Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet 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 linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Theoretical Girls,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Scrapy,
Johnny Clarke,
Cymande,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Beau Brummels,
Morten Harket,
Swans,
Max Romeo,
Sexual Harrassment,
Charles Mingus,
Bobby Byrd,
Gabor Szabo,
Roxette,
Roy Ayers,
Drexciya,
Nils Olav,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Moleskins,
Joey Negro,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Audionom,
Flash Fearless,
Spandau Ballet,
The Alarm Clocks,
Thee Headcoats,
La Düsseldorf,
Brothers Johnson,
Mantronix,
Kool Moe Dee,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Vogues,
The Grass Roots,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Janne Schatter,
Rod Modell,
The Angels of Light,
The Buckinghams,
Saccharine Trust,
Ultra Naté,
Fear,
New Age Steppers,
The Gun Club,
Tom Boy,
Lalann,
Terry Callier,
Tubeway Army,
Tropical Tobacco,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Negative Approach,
Jeff Mills,
Blake Baxter,
The Names,
Erykah Badu,
The Kinks,
Dead Boys,
Iggy Pop,
Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca.
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.