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 Liechtenstein and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Minnie Riperton to the jazz 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 Sunsets and Hearts. All the underground hits.
All Depeche Mode tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lungfish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin 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 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Human League,
Sarah Menescal,
The Black Dice,
The Monks,
Rufus Thomas,
Jacob Miller,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Soul Sonic Force,
T.S.O.L.,
Delta 5,
Fort Wilson Riot,
the Bar-Kays,
Don Cherry,
Soft Cell,
Animal Collective,
Girls At Our Best!,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sugar Minott,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Crispian St. Peters,
Tomorrow,
Delon & Dalcan,
Brick,
Ponytail,
The Divine Comedy,
Grauzone,
Public Image Ltd.,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
E-Dancer,
Faraquet,
Masters at Work,
Jesper Dahlback,
Massinfluence,
World's Most,
John Foxx,
Johnny Osbourne,
Whodini,
Nik Kershaw,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Byron Stingily,
Mission of Burma,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Moss Icon,
Sight & Sound,
Big Daddy Kane,
Audionom,
Albert Ayler,
48th St. Collective,
James White and The Blacks,
MC5,
Sandy B,
the Soft Cell,
Scrapy,
Leonard Cohen,
Das Ding,
The Fugs,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Joyce Sims,
Marmalade,
Sexual Harrassment,
EPMD,
Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound.
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.