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 Turkey and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar 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 Lyres to the rap 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 Intrusion. All the underground hits.
All Sonny Sharrock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Halsall 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe 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 chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mummies,
The Electric Prunes,
Glenn Branca,
Pussy Galore,
Metal Thangz,
Con Funk Shun,
The Star Department,
The Count Five,
Shuggie Otis,
Japan,
Jacob Miller,
Kool Moe Dee,
Massinfluence,
Glambeats Corp.,
Boz Scaggs,
The Stooges,
Fugazi,
The Sisters of Mercy,
John Coltrane,
These Immortal Souls,
Pagans,
The Pretty Things,
Funkadelic,
Gregory Isaacs,
Groovy Waters,
Newcleus,
Malaria!,
The Seeds,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Lungfish,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Josef K,
Brand Nubian,
the Bar-Kays,
Monolake,
Hashim,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Remains,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Yazoo,
Dual Sessions,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Fortunes,
Charles Mingus,
The Searchers,
Maleditus Sound,
Delta 5,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Vogues,
Slick Rick,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Dead C,
John Holt,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Agitation Free,
Alton Ellis,
Chrome,
The Barracudas,
Soulsonic Force,
The Trojans,
Ituana, Ituana, Ituana, Ituana.
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.