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 Gabon and from Stockholm.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Blossom Toes to the punk 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 The Fugs. All the underground hits.
All Black Pus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kevin Saunderson 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum 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 theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rites of Spring,
The Fuzztones,
Skaos,
John Cale,
Alison Limerick,
Reuben Wilson,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Avey Tare,
Davy DMX,
Technova,
L. Decosne,
Slick Rick,
Model 500,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Rotary Connection,
Sonic Youth,
Bobby Byrd,
MDC,
Lower 48,
Arcadia,
Rhythm & Sound,
Magazine,
The Residents,
Silicon Teens,
Gil Scott Heron,
Scan 7,
Soulsonic Force,
The Trojans,
The United States of America,
Dave Gahan,
Kas Product,
The Dirtbombs,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Jeff Mills,
Ultimate Spinach,
Zapp,
Aural Exciters,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Lee Hazlewood,
Camouflage,
Accadde A,
Jeru the Damaja,
Rod Modell,
Kayak,
Joyce Sims,
Sarah Menescal,
Scrapy,
Terry Callier,
Derrick May,
Janne Schatter,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Barry Ungar,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Urselle,
Liliput,
The Barracudas,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Quadrant,
Duran Duran,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band.
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.