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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Reuben Wilson to the techno 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 The Smoke. All the underground hits.
All Con Funk Shun tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Judy Mowatt 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare 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 arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lyres,
The Walker Brothers,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Fluxion,
Joey Negro,
Electric Prunes,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Qualms,
Crime,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Kevin Saunderson,
Urselle,
The Grass Roots,
Terry Callier,
Bush Tetras,
UT,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Modern Lovers,
Easy Going,
Lebanon Hanover,
Warsaw,
Massinfluence,
Cameo,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
the Soft Cell,
Desert Stars,
Marmalade,
The Skatalites,
Gabor Szabo,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Names,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Japan,
Wasted Youth,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Misunderstood,
Kayak,
Davy DMX,
Robert Hood,
The Tremeloes,
Swell Maps,
Fatback Band,
Faraquet,
Flash Fearless,
the Fania All-Stars,
Josef K,
the Sonics,
Delta 5,
Eli Mardock,
Maurizio,
Sonny Sharrock,
David Axelrod,
Tropical Tobacco,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Roxy Music,
Johnny Clarke,
The Angels of Light,
Aswad,
Mantronix,
Youth Brigade,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Average White Band,
The Blackbyrds,
Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls.
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.