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 Oman and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 Manila and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Barrington Levy to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Japan. All the underground hits.
All Davy DMX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angry Samoans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe 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 oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mighty Diamonds,
Inner City,
Bootsy Collins,
Nick Fraelich,
Cybotron,
48th St. Collective,
Nico,
Lightning Bolt,
Ronan,
Don Cherry,
Deadbeat,
Q and Not U,
The Pretty Things,
R.M.O.,
Basic Channel,
Tomorrow,
Aswad,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Brothers Johnson,
The Blues Magoos,
K-Klass,
The Cramps,
The Flesh Eaters,
Second Layer,
Oneida,
Lee Hazlewood,
Bizarre Inc.,
Jandek,
Soft Machine,
Alphaville,
Brand Nubian,
PIL,
Bill Near,
Pantaleimon,
Michelle Simonal,
L. Decosne,
The Human League,
Mad Mike,
Excepter,
Howard Jones,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Grass Roots,
The Modern Lovers,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Birthday Party,
Jacob Miller,
Television,
Hashim,
Chris Corsano,
Can,
Ronnie Foster,
Scratch Acid,
Marc Almond,
Gil Scott Heron,
Junior Murvin,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Danielle Patucci,
Tres Demented,
Stetsasonic,
Guru Guru,
Panda Bear,
Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon.
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.