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 Peru and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 organ 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 Echo & the Bunnymen to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Ohio Players. All the underground hits.
All N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cecil Taylor record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar 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 rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MDC,
Todd Rundgren,
Essential Logic,
La Düsseldorf,
Eddi Front,
Thee Headcoats,
Rufus Thomas,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Pop Group,
Erasure,
June Days,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Jeff Mills,
Marvin Gaye,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Dennis Brown,
the Human League,
Alison Limerick,
Tom Boy,
Soft Cell,
Amon Düül,
Lindisfarne,
the Swans,
The Slits,
In Retrospect,
Freddie Wadling,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Skatalites,
John Cale,
Half Japanese,
Blancmange,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Kurtis Blow,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
E-Dancer,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Leaves,
Q and Not U,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Frankie Knuckles,
Fad Gadget,
The Wake,
ABBA,
Quadrant,
L. Decosne,
Ultra Naté,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Gastr Del Sol,
Carl Craig,
The Shadows of Knight,
Kerri Chandler,
Zapp,
Black Moon,
The Residents,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Rod Modell,
Boredoms,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
the Fania All-Stars,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Royal Trux,
T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex.
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.