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 Iraq and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Milan.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Panda Bear to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 L. Decosne. All the underground hits.
All Michelle Simonal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bob Dylan 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 '70s.
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 snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
kango's stein massive,
Thee Headcoats,
Todd Terry,
Monks,
Grey Daturas,
Man Eating Sloth,
Davy DMX,
Babytalk,
Oneida,
Scott Walker,
Lindisfarne,
Ponytail,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Lalo Schifrin,
Newcleus,
Goldenarms,
Brass Construction,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Cameo,
Television Personalities,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Janne Schatter,
The Slits,
Todd Rundgren,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sun Ra,
Wings,
Roger Hodgson,
Bootsy Collins,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Gun Club,
Freddie Wadling,
Michelle Simonal,
the Slits,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Television,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Flipper,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The J.B.'s,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Terrestrial Tones,
Q and Not U,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Kas Product,
Gang of Four,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Yusef Lateef,
Make Up,
Lakeside,
Shoche,
The Stooges,
The Music Machine,
The Golliwogs,
The Skatalites,
Underground Resistance,
The Techniques,
Subhumans,
The Angels of Light,
Rekid,
The Vogues,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic.
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.