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 Tanzania and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 Lagos and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Make Up to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Larry & the Blue Notes. All the underground hits.
All The Names tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Junior Murvin 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe 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 harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agitation Free,
Gang of Four,
The Evens,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Deepchord,
Brick,
Spoonie Gee,
Pole,
Sound Behaviour,
Pulsallama,
The Leaves,
Scan 7,
Dorothy Ashby,
Amazonics,
The Raincoats,
Television,
Guru Guru,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
FM Einheit,
The Dirtbombs,
Mary Jane Girls,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
June of 44,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Funkadelic,
Monolake,
The Remains,
DJ Style,
Wings,
Erykah Badu,
The Moleskins,
The Sonics,
Eric Dolphy,
The Fortunes,
Blake Baxter,
Mars,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Real Kids,
Zapp,
Desert Stars,
Glenn Branca,
The Moody Blues,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Birthday Party,
Peter and Kerry,
Eric Copeland,
Roy Ayers,
Marine Girls,
Kayak,
Bronski Beat,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Searchers,
Curtis Mayfield,
Icehouse,
The Golliwogs,
Mark Hollis,
the Association,
Bob Dylan,
The Kinks,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Count Five,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Thee Headcoats,
Niagra, Niagra, Niagra, Niagra.
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.