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 East Timor and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 guitar 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 Lungfish to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Walker Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Skarface tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cal Tjader record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar 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 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grey Daturas,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Invisible,
Symarip,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Eric Copeland,
Hasil Adkins,
Glenn Branca,
Popol Vuh,
Amon Düül,
Joyce Sims,
Talk Talk,
Public Enemy,
The Electric Prunes,
Lakeside,
Organ,
Terry Callier,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Chrome,
Swans,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Barrington Levy,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Golliwogs,
D'Angelo,
Scion,
L. Decosne,
Q65,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Lyres,
Monolake,
The Fuzztones,
Avey Tare,
Sam Rivers,
Soulsonic Force,
Moebius,
Stetsasonic,
Grandmaster Flash,
Jimmy McGriff,
Erykah Badu,
Wasted Youth,
Graham Central Station,
F. McDonald,
Fear,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Von Mondo,
Gregory Isaacs,
Blancmange,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Nik Kershaw,
Joe Finger,
Oblivians,
Yellowson,
The Sonics,
Q and Not U,
The Sound,
Sexual Harrassment,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Magma,
Kenny Larkin,
Boredoms,
H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme.
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.