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 Angola and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the snare 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 Bob Dylan to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Boogie Down Productions. All the underground hits.
All Scientists tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Real Kids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boz Scaggs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
F. McDonald,
The Neon Judgement,
Soul Sonic Force,
Camberwell Now,
Lakeside,
CMW,
Gastr Del Sol,
David McCallum,
Bluetip,
DJ Style,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Barrington Levy,
The J.B.'s,
Max Romeo,
Index,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Althea and Donna,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Bizarre Inc.,
James Chance & The Contortions,
the Human League,
Bang On A Can,
Al Stewart,
Funky Four + One,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Drive Like Jehu,
Man Parrish,
Lucky Dragons,
Crash Course in Science,
Patti Smith,
Little Man,
The Young Rascals,
Eve St. Jones,
Blossom Toes,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Dave Clark Five,
Radio Birdman,
Swell Maps,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Faraquet,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Fela Kuti,
Sun City Girls,
Glambeats Corp.,
Michelle Simonal,
Mr. Review,
Jeru the Damaja,
New York Dolls,
Sarah Menescal,
Bill Near,
The Searchers,
The Mummies,
Aaron Thompson,
The Move,
Electric Prunes,
Gang Green,
The Cosmic Jokers,
June Days,
Bobby Womack,
Japan,
Warsaw,
Au Pairs,
Niagra, Niagra, Niagra, Niagra.
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.