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 Finland and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Anthony Braxton to the punk 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 Harmonia. All the underground hits.
All The Toasters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echospace 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar 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 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Excepter,
Soft Machine,
The Neon Judgement,
MC5,
The Fortunes,
The Misunderstood,
Minny Pops,
Sällskapet,
Lou Christie,
Buzzcocks,
The Fall,
Eric B and Rakim,
Young Marble Giants,
K-Klass,
Girls At Our Best!,
Fluxion,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Cal Tjader,
The Modern Lovers,
Cabaret Voltaire,
John Coltrane,
Visage,
cv313,
The Dave Clark Five,
Carl Craig,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Slick Rick,
The Offenders,
The Fuzztones,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Khruangbin,
Joe Finger,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Music Machine,
Kurtis Blow,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Walker Brothers,
Morten Harket,
Lightning Bolt,
Mo-Dettes,
Lakeside,
David McCallum,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Andrew Hill,
Newcleus,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Terrestrial Tones,
X-102,
Hot Snakes,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Tommy Roe,
Sun City Girls,
The Residents,
The Martian,
Terry Callier,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Don Cherry,
Fatback Band,
Bill Wells,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Gerry Rafferty,
Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads.
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.