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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Stockholm.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the theremin 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 The Peanut Butter Conspiracy to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron. All the underground hits.
All Half Japanese tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alice Coltrane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum 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 organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harry Pussy,
Neil Young,
Tres Demented,
Fad Gadget,
Procol Harum,
Cal Tjader,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
One Last Wish,
Scratch Acid,
Steve Hackett,
Dennis Brown,
the Association,
Camouflage,
The Searchers,
The Fugs,
Joyce Sims,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sun City Girls,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Guru Guru,
Babytalk,
Lindisfarne,
Lucky Dragons,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Public Image Ltd.,
Flash Fearless,
Minnie Riperton,
Arcadia,
Blake Baxter,
John Coltrane,
Cybotron,
Boogie Down Productions,
Idris Muhammad,
Donald Byrd,
Donny Hathaway,
Lyres,
Grauzone,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Yazoo,
Toni Rubio,
Drexciya,
Animal Collective,
the Fania All-Stars,
Minny Pops,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Technova,
Scott Walker,
Ultimate Spinach,
Eddi Front,
Slick Rick,
Eric B and Rakim,
Massinfluence,
Chris & Cosey,
New York Dolls,
John Holt,
Sixth Finger,
Camberwell Now,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Loose Ends,
Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun.
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.