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 Kuwait and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Mantronix to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Rod Modell. All the underground hits.
All The Flesh Eaters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a harpsichord 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 rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
London Community Gospel Choir,
Fluxion,
Roxy Music,
Sixth Finger,
New York Dolls,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Eric Copeland,
Silicon Teens,
Spoonie Gee,
The Gladiators,
Tommy Roe,
Rites of Spring,
Nirvana,
Peter & Gordon,
Jerry's Kids,
Dual Sessions,
Gil Scott Heron,
Kas Product,
Ultravox,
Outsiders,
Junior Murvin,
The Count Five,
Donny Hathaway,
Aaron Thompson,
The Move,
Monks,
Letta Mbulu,
Mars,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Residents,
the Association,
Mark Hollis,
Marvin Gaye,
Ponytail,
cv313,
Vladislav Delay,
The Doors,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Television Personalities,
Flamin' Groovies,
Faust,
Minnie Riperton,
Basic Channel,
Rapeman,
Amon Düül,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Fuzztones,
Eden Ahbez,
Derrick May,
Niagra,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Lungfish,
Black Flag,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Eve St. Jones,
Max Romeo,
Amazonics,
Marshall Jefferson,
EPMD,
Boz Scaggs,
Groovy Waters,
Section 25,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family.
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.