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 Gambia and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the marimba 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 DeepChord presents Echospace to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers Ubiquity tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Iggy Pop record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer 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 guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Urselle,
Gang Gang Dance,
Lindisfarne,
Excepter,
Roxy Music,
The Gun Club,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Gichy Dan,
The Smiths,
Robert Görl,
Soul II Soul,
The Evens,
Stereo Dub,
Ornette Coleman,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Rhythm & Sound,
the Soft Cell,
Can,
Newcleus,
The Birthday Party,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Pylon,
Ralphi Rosario,
Ituana,
a-ha,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Infiniti,
FM Einheit,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Joyce Sims,
Scion,
Cecil Taylor,
cv313,
The Fugs,
R.M.O.,
Ponytail,
Organ,
Nas,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Slackers,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Eddi Front,
Gang Starr,
Joy Division,
Interpol,
Pet Shop Boys,
X-Ray Spex,
Reuben Wilson,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Lakeside,
The Busters,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Hot Snakes,
Erykah Badu,
Lucky Dragons,
Quando Quango,
Icehouse,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Mantronix,
Subhumans,
Aural Exciters,
Wings,
LL Cool J,
Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore.
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.