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 Senegal and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Fania All-Stars to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Brass Construction. All the underground hits.
All Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mission of Burma record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a chamberlin and a harpsichord 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 güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Barracudas,
Cal Tjader,
Eli Mardock,
Shoche,
Faust,
Roy Ayers,
Duran Duran,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Count Five,
DNA,
Crash Course in Science,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Scott Walker,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Pole,
Boz Scaggs,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Kas Product,
E-Dancer,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Pere Ubu,
Joy Division,
The Invisible,
10cc,
The Beau Brummels,
Ten City,
Gichy Dan,
Mad Mike,
The Mummies,
Lee Hazlewood,
Matthew Halsall,
Rites of Spring,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Boredoms,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Eve St. Jones,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Alice Coltrane,
Mandrill,
Sonny Sharrock,
Swans,
Gang Gang Dance,
Bad Manners,
Sun Ra,
The Trojans,
Maleditus Sound,
Rakim,
Sparks,
Fela Kuti,
Fluxion,
Donald Byrd,
Y Pants,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Neil Young,
Alphaville,
Dead Boys,
Eden Ahbez,
Alton Ellis,
Scratch Acid,
The Mojo Men,
The Busters, The Busters, The Busters, The Busters.
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.