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 Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Fad Gadget to the rap 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 Absolute Body Control. All the underground hits.
All Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Beasts of Bourbon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro 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 rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bob Dylan,
Barrington Levy,
Spoonie Gee,
Kas Product,
Warsaw,
Brass Construction,
Buzzcocks,
The Human League,
The Mojo Men,
Gang of Four,
Grey Daturas,
Sparks,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Scrapy,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Joy Division,
Johnny Osbourne,
Black Flag,
Donny Hathaway,
E-Dancer,
The Invisible,
B.T. Express,
Pylon,
Lucky Dragons,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Agitation Free,
Outsiders,
Loose Ends,
Con Funk Shun,
Oneida,
Janne Schatter,
Nick Fraelich,
The Remains,
Kevin Saunderson,
Pulsallama,
New Order,
Brothers Johnson,
Joe Finger,
Jeff Mills,
The Mummies,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Joensuu 1685,
The Stooges,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Rakim,
The Fall,
Kerri Chandler,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Tomorrow,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
David Axelrod,
Gang Green,
Don Cherry,
The Trojans,
Eden Ahbez,
In Retrospect,
The Moody Blues,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Last Poets,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Fear,
Masters at Work,
Susan Cadogan,
Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken.
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.