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 Argentina and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare 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 In Retrospect to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Faraquet. All the underground hits.
All Minnie Riperton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amazonics 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cecil Taylor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
F. McDonald,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Jacob Miller,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Big Daddy Kane,
Urselle,
Royal Trux,
Faust,
Dead Boys,
Albert Ayler,
Negative Approach,
Soft Machine,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Inner City,
Mission of Burma,
Delta 5,
Lungfish,
Rapeman,
Bootsy Collins,
Jimmy McGriff,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
KRS-One,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Anthony Braxton,
Roxy Music,
Scratch Acid,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Cameo,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Motions,
Banda Bassotti,
Lou Reed,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Crooked Eye,
The Doors,
the Slits,
The Fugs,
Jeff Mills,
Nick Fraelich,
Agent Orange,
Robert Wyatt,
Half Japanese,
Camberwell Now,
ABBA,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
OOIOO,
Section 25,
James White and The Blacks,
Tomorrow,
Scan 7,
Second Layer,
Harry Pussy,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Dennis Brown,
Eyeless In Gaza,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Gil Scott Heron,
Fela Kuti,
The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola.
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.