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 Monaco and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the marimba 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 Skriet to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Mary Jane Girls. All the underground hits.
All Zapp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ronnie Foster 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?
F. McDonald,
The Black Dice,
Von Mondo,
Fat Boys,
The Motions,
Dawn Penn,
Crooked Eye,
Yaz,
The Blues Magoos,
The Residents,
Ituana,
Terry Callier,
Grauzone,
The Stooges,
Animal Collective,
Bush Tetras,
Talk Talk,
Silicon Teens,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Gang of Four,
The Neon Judgement,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sun Ra,
OOIOO,
Lindisfarne,
Donald Byrd,
Oneida,
Morten Harket,
Mr. Review,
Neu!,
Yusef Lateef,
Eddi Front,
The Dead C,
Siglo XX,
the Germs,
The Doors,
Aural Exciters,
Davy DMX,
David Bowie,
The Count Five,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Invisible,
Jeru the Damaja,
Lucky Dragons,
Tim Buckley,
Supertramp,
Colin Newman,
Lakeside,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Wasted Youth,
Brick,
Juan Atkins,
Patti Smith,
Black Flag,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Aloha Tigers,
The Mojo Men,
The Leaves,
The Flesh Eaters,
Tommy Roe,
Carl Craig,
Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players.
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.