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 Mauritania and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Harmonia 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 Electric Light Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All Jawbox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Mills 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator 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 mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
U.S. Maple,
Jesper Dahlback,
Outsiders,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Divine Comedy,
Depeche Mode,
Lyres,
The Sonics,
Animal Collective,
Terrestrial Tones,
DJ Style,
Alice Coltrane,
The Martian,
James White and The Blacks,
Dual Sessions,
Black Sheep,
Porter Ricks,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Reuben Wilson,
Cecil Taylor,
Hasil Adkins,
Yaz,
Jeru the Damaja,
Derrick May,
Rotary Connection,
Boogie Down Productions,
Groovy Waters,
Man Parrish,
Tubeway Army,
Aaron Thompson,
the Human League,
10cc,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Ludus,
The Barracudas,
Goldenarms,
Schoolly D,
Chris & Cosey,
the Normal,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Buzzcocks,
The Skatalites,
Parry Music,
Gregory Isaacs,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Toasters,
Marmalade,
Marshall Jefferson,
Das Ding,
The Alarm Clocks,
Morten Harket,
the Sonics,
Alphaville,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Fad Gadget,
Hashim,
The Walker Brothers,
Skarface,
F. McDonald,
Black Moon,
Dead Boys,
Scan 7,
Cameo,
Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson.
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.