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 Botswana and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 Delhi and Portland.
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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Erykah Badu to the punk 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 Agitation Free. All the underground hits.
All Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flash Fearless record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare 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 oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Axelrod,
Spandau Ballet,
Sam Rivers,
DNA,
The Angels of Light,
Lower 48,
Kevin Saunderson,
the Sonics,
Joy Division,
the Germs,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Cymande,
Boogie Down Productions,
Jawbox,
Fela Kuti,
Loose Ends,
Los Fastidios,
Roger Hodgson,
Nirvana,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Victims,
The United States of America,
Black Bananas,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Kenny Larkin,
Sixth Finger,
Inner City,
John Lydon,
Connie Case,
Bob Dylan,
Country Teasers,
Wally Richardson,
John Holt,
Harry Pussy,
MC5,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Soft Machine,
The Modern Lovers,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Moby Grape,
Easy Going,
Bauhaus,
The Raincoats,
Black Sheep,
Fad Gadget,
FM Einheit,
the Slits,
Joe Smooth,
Thee Headcoats,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Prince Buster,
Steve Hackett,
Saccharine Trust,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Boredoms,
Mary Jane Girls,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Monolake,
Quadrant,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Fugazi,
Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton.
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.