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 Korea North and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Dawn Penn to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Groovy Waters. All the underground hits.
All Albert Ayler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Prunes 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet 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 güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Model 500,
John Coltrane,
The Doors,
Cheater Slicks,
The Last Poets,
Television Personalities,
ABC,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Chris Corsano,
Soulsonic Force,
World's Most,
Deepchord,
Mantronix,
Circle Jerks,
Flash Fearless,
Radiohead,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Underground Resistance,
Fad Gadget,
Qualms,
Thee Headcoats,
Ludus,
The Fall,
Jacques Brel,
Junior Murvin,
Amon Düül II,
Darondo,
Kerri Chandler,
Yaz,
The Velvet Underground,
The Evens,
Echospace,
The Mojo Men,
Scott Walker,
Gichy Dan,
The Raincoats,
Pierre Henry,
Public Enemy,
Make Up,
the Swans,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sister Nancy,
Organ,
Sun City Girls,
Ultravox,
Flamin' Groovies,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Rites of Spring,
Spandau Ballet,
Massinfluence,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Joensuu 1685,
Ohio Players,
EPMD,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Human League,
Chris & Cosey,
Sugar Minott,
Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman.
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.