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 Poland and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Lindisfarne to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Bronski Beat. All the underground hits.
All R.M.O. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Wake record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an arpeggiator and an organ 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 sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camberwell Now,
UT,
Toni Rubio,
Radio Birdman,
Patti Smith,
Amazonics,
The Smoke,
Inner City,
Deakin,
Japan,
Depeche Mode,
New Order,
Absolute Body Control,
Stereo Dub,
Idris Muhammad,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Last Poets,
Severed Heads,
Aural Exciters,
Average White Band,
Moebius,
Ten City,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Quantec,
Masters at Work,
Scan 7,
The Blues Magoos,
Rod Modell,
Sandy B,
Supertramp,
Electric Prunes,
R.M.O.,
Darondo,
Sam Rivers,
Man Eating Sloth,
Television,
Hashim,
ABBA,
Hardrive,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Intrusion,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Blackbyrds,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Kinks,
Kurtis Blow,
Ohio Players,
The Gun Club,
The Count Five,
Lindisfarne,
Vainqueur,
Black Pus,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Bill Near,
The Five Americans,
Alton Ellis,
Faraquet,
The Names,
Ronnie Foster,
Jimmy McGriff,
Deadbeat,
Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats.
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.