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 Lebanon and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Seeds to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Joey Negro. All the underground hits.
All Hardrive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord 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 rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Basic Channel,
Talk Talk,
Silicon Teens,
Al Stewart,
The Sound,
Guru Guru,
Nik Kershaw,
Blake Baxter,
Byron Stingily,
Joyce Sims,
Babytalk,
Rites of Spring,
Pulsallama,
Althea and Donna,
Dawn Penn,
The Leaves,
Oblivians,
Nils Olav,
Maurizio,
Black Pus,
Don Cherry,
Laurel Aitken,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Pierre Henry,
Rotary Connection,
Darondo,
Brass Construction,
Dennis Brown,
The Smoke,
Camberwell Now,
The Durutti Column,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Ralphi Rosario,
New York Dolls,
Dead Boys,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Ituana,
Lebanon Hanover,
Bobby Sherman,
MC5,
Scott Walker,
The Move,
Be Bop Deluxe,
E-Dancer,
Eric B and Rakim,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Moss Icon,
Mo-Dettes,
Arthur Verocai,
F. McDonald,
Skriet,
KRS-One,
Neil Young,
Letta Mbulu,
Mantronix,
Moebius,
This Heat,
Pole,
Nico,
A Flock of Seagulls,
T.S.O.L.,
Drive Like Jehu,
Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd..
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.