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 Fiji and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Jesus and Mary Chain to the crunk 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 Laurel Aitken. All the underground hits.
All Ronnie Foster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Little Man record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 güiro and a clarinet 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 clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Cramps,
The Doobie Brothers,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Organ,
Mission of Burma,
Erykah Badu,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Ornette Coleman,
The Slackers,
In Retrospect,
Todd Terry,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Hardrive,
The Smoke,
Camberwell Now,
Yazoo,
Cecil Taylor,
Suburban Knight,
China Crisis,
Kevin Saunderson,
Dark Day,
Stetsasonic,
Jawbox,
Popol Vuh,
the Slits,
the Normal,
Mary Jane Girls,
Bobby Womack,
Warren Ellis,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Pere Ubu,
Qualms,
Lalann,
Pagans,
Dead Boys,
Rufus Thomas,
The Fortunes,
Yusef Lateef,
Rakim,
the Fania All-Stars,
Crooked Eye,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Star Department,
Babytalk,
Blake Baxter,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Electric Prunes,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Jacob Miller,
Roxette,
Kaleidoscope,
Derrick May,
Carl Craig,
Skaos,
Matthew Halsall,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement.
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.