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 Guatemala and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 John Holt to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Dave Clark Five. All the underground hits.
All Alton Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echo & the Bunnymen 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin 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 theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Music Machine,
Black Sheep,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Joe Finger,
D'Angelo,
Laurel Aitken,
the Fania All-Stars,
Maleditus Sound,
Shoche,
Gang of Four,
Stereo Dub,
Glambeats Corp.,
Hashim,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
F. McDonald,
The Sonics,
The Count Five,
Toni Rubio,
Patti Smith,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Wally Richardson,
Jeff Mills,
Susan Cadogan,
Can,
Traffic Nightmare,
Ice-T,
the Slits,
Monks,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Dead C,
Beasts of Bourbon,
K-Klass,
June of 44,
Ultravox,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Moody Blues,
Brothers Johnson,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Gun Club,
The Human League,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Blossom Toes,
Gang Gang Dance,
Dark Day,
Arthur Verocai,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Bill Near,
E-Dancer,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Malaria!,
Procol Harum,
Accadde A,
Rakim,
Youth Brigade,
FM Einheit,
8 Eyed Spy,
Roger Hodgson,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Infiniti,
The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths.
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.