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 New Zealand and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Soul Sonic Force to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Negative Approach. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers Ubiquity tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heavy D & The Boyz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 güiro and a chamberlin 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 spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Babytalk,
The Fire Engines,
Marc Almond,
MDC,
The Grass Roots,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Electric Prunes,
Ultravox,
Derrick May,
The Black Dice,
Ken Boothe,
The Modern Lovers,
MC5,
Groovy Waters,
The Fuzztones,
Hoover,
Grey Daturas,
Brothers Johnson,
Mars,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Techniques,
Alton Ellis,
the Swans,
Bob Dylan,
Los Fastidios,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Circle Jerks,
Anthony Braxton,
Donald Byrd,
Underground Resistance,
DNA,
LL Cool J,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
World's Most,
Cameo,
Letta Mbulu,
Essential Logic,
Todd Terry,
Faraquet,
The Cure,
Bill Wells,
Y Pants,
The Index,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Monochrome Set,
Chris Corsano,
Danielle Patucci,
Make Up,
Vainqueur,
Avey Tare,
Slave,
Sällskapet,
L. Decosne,
Angry Samoans,
Harpers Bizarre,
Oblivians,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sex Pistols,
Bang On A Can,
Pere Ubu,
Morten Harket,
Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan.
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.