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 Uganda and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 synthesizer 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 Dorothy Ashby to the punk 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 Faust. All the underground hits.
All Kurtis Blow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sixth Finger record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 sitar and a snare 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 marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Massinfluence,
Theoretical Girls,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sparks,
The Grass Roots,
Dave Gahan,
Faust,
Scratch Acid,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Rod Modell,
Guru Guru,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Fuzztones,
New Order,
Throbbing Gristle,
Joy Division,
The Slackers,
Roxy Music,
Q65,
Livin' Joy,
Marmalade,
L. Decosne,
Yazoo,
Harpers Bizarre,
Minor Threat,
Negative Approach,
The American Breed,
Stereo Dub,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Agitation Free,
Warsaw,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Khruangbin,
The Raincoats,
Ossler,
Kerri Chandler,
Alphaville,
Television,
Glambeats Corp.,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Ornette Coleman,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Wolf Eyes,
Scott Walker,
Aloha Tigers,
Nick Fraelich,
Ronan,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Count Five,
Eric Copeland,
Tropical Tobacco,
X-101,
Slick Rick,
Quando Quango,
Fat Boys,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Cecil Taylor,
Sonic Youth,
Stockholm Monsters,
Reagan Youth,
Siglo XX,
Wings,
Inner City, Inner City, Inner City, Inner City.
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.