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 Bahamas and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Patti Smith to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Crash Course in Science. All the underground hits.
All Bauhaus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lonnie Liston Smith 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin 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 a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anthony Braxton,
Wally Richardson,
Negative Approach,
The Cramps,
The Beau Brummels,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Dennis Brown,
The Invisible,
Bang On A Can,
Ronnie Foster,
Hashim,
The Real Kids,
Howard Jones,
Susan Cadogan,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
AZ,
Animal Collective,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Lalo Schifrin,
Ronan,
Joey Negro,
Blake Baxter,
Pole,
Gichy Dan,
Porter Ricks,
The Zeros,
Make Up,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Ohio Players,
Public Enemy,
MDC,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Be Bop Deluxe,
David Axelrod,
Alton Ellis,
ABC,
Eve St. Jones,
Parry Music,
Dawn Penn,
Swell Maps,
DJ Style,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Kaleidoscope,
Joy Division,
Gang Starr,
Black Flag,
Ralphi Rosario,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Loose Ends,
Letta Mbulu,
CMW,
Nils Olav,
Aswad,
The Dirtbombs,
Juan Atkins,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Toasters,
The Tremeloes,
Gang of Four,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Jandek,
Section 25,
Grauzone,
Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin.
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.