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 Djibouti and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Detroit Cobras to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Don Cherry. All the underground hits.
All The Moody Blues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June Days record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar 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 chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doors,
Spoonie Gee,
Eric Copeland,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Fugazi,
Funky Four + One,
Sparks,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Unwound,
Soft Machine,
The Searchers,
Tomorrow,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Roxy Music,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Brand Nubian,
Cybotron,
Dawn Penn,
Heaven 17,
New York Dolls,
The Slackers,
Spandau Ballet,
The Standells,
June of 44,
Nas,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Los Fastidios,
the Sonics,
FM Einheit,
Rufus Thomas,
Dead Boys,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Cowsills,
Bobby Byrd,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Echospace,
Fela Kuti,
Joyce Sims,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Country Teasers,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
MDC,
The Birthday Party,
The Black Dice,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Chris & Cosey,
Moss Icon,
Fear,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Shadows of Knight,
Thompson Twins,
Urselle,
Max Romeo,
Janne Schatter,
the Germs,
The Pop Group,
Rakim,
Ponytail,
Amazonics,
Hashim, Hashim, Hashim, Hashim.
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.