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 Dominica and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Q65 to the grime 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 Jerry Gold Smith. All the underground hits.
All Lafayette Afro Rock Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liliput record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron 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?
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Anakelly,
Avey Tare,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sound Behaviour,
Pagans,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Wolf Eyes,
Jeff Lynne,
Deakin,
The Trojans,
Trumans Water,
The Star Department,
Hardrive,
Half Japanese,
Technova,
Goldenarms,
H. Thieme,
Scrapy,
Talk Talk,
The Fortunes,
The Fire Engines,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Sonics,
Lyres,
One Last Wish,
Jeff Mills,
Von Mondo,
New York Dolls,
Black Flag,
Yaz,
The Buckinghams,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sarah Menescal,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Minor Threat,
The Beau Brummels,
Kaleidoscope,
Bluetip,
The Zeros,
This Heat,
OOIOO,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Grass Roots,
Stockholm Monsters,
Eddi Front,
Agent Orange,
Schoolly D,
Maurizio,
Matthew Halsall,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Crime,
Gong,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Charles Mingus,
Roy Ayers,
Rakim,
The Litter,
U.S. Maple,
Davy DMX,
Scientists,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
the Germs, the Germs, the Germs, the Germs.
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.