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 Burkina and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Wake to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Eve St. Jones. All the underground hits.
All Magma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joy Division record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
F. McDonald,
Marcia Griffiths,
Inner City,
Cluster,
Sun Ra,
Tomorrow,
The Residents,
Half Japanese,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Joyce Sims,
The Beau Brummels,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Ludus,
Dark Day,
Bluetip,
Glenn Branca,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Monolake,
Bush Tetras,
Moss Icon,
Kerri Chandler,
Khruangbin,
The Doors,
Camberwell Now,
Saccharine Trust,
Jerry Gold Smith,
LL Cool J,
Black Pus,
John Coltrane,
Throbbing Gristle,
Angry Samoans,
Cameo,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Andrew Hill,
Minor Threat,
The Martian,
Masters at Work,
Blossom Toes,
The Smoke,
New York Dolls,
Aloha Tigers,
Flash Fearless,
The Dave Clark Five,
X-102,
Stetsasonic,
Eric Dolphy,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Funky Four + One,
Jawbox,
Nas,
Robert Görl,
Marine Girls,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Lou Christie,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sandy B,
Cybotron,
Organ,
Negative Approach,
Essential Logic,
Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17.
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.