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 Ecuador and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Eyeless In Gaza to the grunge 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 Joyce Sims. All the underground hits.
All Aaron Thompson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roger Hodgson 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 güiro 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 guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sexual Harrassment,
Skarface,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Modern Lovers,
Dark Day,
10cc,
Alphaville,
Parry Music,
the Bar-Kays,
K-Klass,
F. McDonald,
The Young Rascals,
The Skatalites,
Q and Not U,
Wire,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Barry Ungar,
Camouflage,
Swans,
Livin' Joy,
Television Personalities,
Neil Young,
Motorama,
OOIOO,
Vainqueur,
Whodini,
Gabor Szabo,
The Saints,
Glambeats Corp.,
Moss Icon,
Panda Bear,
Visage,
Big Daddy Kane,
Suicide,
Pantytec,
Fat Boys,
Moby Grape,
The Moleskins,
Popol Vuh,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
cv313,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Frankie Knuckles,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Maurizio,
Guru Guru,
Jacques Brel,
Al Stewart,
Gichy Dan,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Leaves,
New York Dolls,
Toni Rubio,
Scott Walker,
Barclay James Harvest,
Avey Tare,
Simply Red,
The Sonics,
Judy Mowatt,
Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon.
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.