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 Fiji and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
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 Sonic Youth to the disco 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 The Red Krayola. All the underground hits.
All Vainqueur tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba 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 marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacob Miller,
Yaz,
Man Parrish,
The Selecter,
Scion,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Gastr Del Sol,
New Age Steppers,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Underground Resistance,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Skarface,
Barry Ungar,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Black Moon,
Aaron Thompson,
Pere Ubu,
Visage,
Urselle,
Ten City,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Happenings,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Tres Demented,
David Axelrod,
The United States of America,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Animal Collective,
Masters at Work,
Second Layer,
This Heat,
Jimmy McGriff,
Yusef Lateef,
Mandrill,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Cybotron,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Grey Daturas,
Archie Shepp,
Bobby Womack,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Dirtbombs,
DNA,
Graham Central Station,
The Wake,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Arthur Verocai,
Joe Finger,
Gichy Dan,
Bootsy Collins,
The Cowsills,
The Gap Band,
The Gladiators,
Buzzcocks,
Panda Bear,
Terrestrial Tones,
Danielle Patucci,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sarah Menescal,
Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville.
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.