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 Cape Verde and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Gichy Dan 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 MC5. All the underground hits.
All Yusef Lateef tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every F. McDonald 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro 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 güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minor Threat,
Popol Vuh,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Amon Düül II,
Young Marble Giants,
Excepter,
Albert Ayler,
Joey Negro,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Flash Fearless,
Arcadia,
Lindisfarne,
Surgeon,
Procol Harum,
Public Image Ltd.,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Black Bananas,
Peter and Kerry,
Oneida,
Sandy B,
Scott Walker,
Silicon Teens,
Hoover,
Jimmy McGriff,
Arthur Verocai,
Ronan,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
the Soft Cell,
Ultra Naté,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Kurtis Blow,
Boredoms,
Chrome,
The Smiths,
Babytalk,
Todd Rundgren,
In Retrospect,
The American Breed,
Dennis Brown,
Mark Hollis,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Nas,
Urselle,
Curtis Mayfield,
Second Layer,
Blancmange,
Stockholm Monsters,
Bronski Beat,
Gang Green,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Little Man,
K-Klass,
Derrick May,
Bobby Byrd,
Nico,
OOIOO,
Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster.
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.