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 Singapore and from Spokane.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Marshall Jefferson to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Soul Sonic Force. All the underground hits.
All Notorious Big And Bone Thugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nils Olav record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 spring reverb and a sitar 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 spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eve St. Jones,
Index,
JFA,
The Monks,
Al Stewart,
Main Source,
Duran Duran,
Siglo XX,
X-102,
Marshall Jefferson,
Royal Trux,
The Move,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bronski Beat,
Heaven 17,
Quantec,
John Lydon,
Deakin,
Model 500,
Skaos,
Throbbing Gristle,
Robert Wyatt,
Kerri Chandler,
Maleditus Sound,
Eric Dolphy,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Jeff Mills,
Scientists,
Aural Exciters,
Icehouse,
Circle Jerks,
Mary Jane Girls,
Desert Stars,
One Last Wish,
Monks,
Piero Umiliani,
Basic Channel,
Lalo Schifrin,
the Human League,
Barry Ungar,
Procol Harum,
F. McDonald,
Make Up,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Tubeway Army,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Jacob Miller,
Idris Muhammad,
David McCallum,
Porter Ricks,
Jimmy McGriff,
OOIOO,
The Kinks,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Leaves,
Kurtis Blow,
Los Fastidios,
Sixth Finger,
Skarface,
the Association,
Hardrive,
The Grass Roots,
David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod.
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.