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 Lesotho and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Kevin Saunderson to the funk 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 Franke. All the underground hits.
All The Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 808 and a guitar 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 a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Last Poets,
The Durutti Column,
Stiv Bators,
Rosa Yemen,
Derrick Morgan,
OOIOO,
Wasted Youth,
The Sound,
KRS-One,
Jacob Miller,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Eden Ahbez,
EPMD,
Television Personalities,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Camberwell Now,
Nico,
Camouflage,
Lungfish,
Royal Trux,
Ossler,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Jeff Mills,
Monolake,
Deepchord,
Boz Scaggs,
Scan 7,
Can,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Trojans,
Brass Construction,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Man Parrish,
Rufus Thomas,
Alphaville,
The Gap Band,
Agitation Free,
Roxy Music,
Soul Sonic Force,
Cybotron,
The Angels of Light,
Icehouse,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Skaos,
Maurizio,
Massinfluence,
Cameo,
Davy DMX,
Half Japanese,
Bush Tetras,
Steve Hackett,
Flipper,
Subhumans,
Kenny Larkin,
The Blues Magoos,
Outsiders,
K-Klass,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag.
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.