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 Liberia and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Rites of Spring to the disco 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 John Cale. All the underground hits.
All Ludus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 8 Eyed Spy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an organ 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 spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ 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?
Derrick Morgan,
Gregory Isaacs,
Peter & Gordon,
The Buckinghams,
Symarip,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Alarm Clocks,
Bronski Beat,
Barrington Levy,
Rod Modell,
Kenny Larkin,
Pierre Henry,
Jeff Lynne,
The Beau Brummels,
The Neon Judgement,
The Invisible,
Sarah Menescal,
Lou Christie,
Cameo,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Godley & Creme,
Camberwell Now,
Animal Collective,
Second Layer,
The Real Kids,
Pet Shop Boys,
Marmalade,
Sister Nancy,
Magazine,
FM Einheit,
The Barracudas,
Ludus,
Leonard Cohen,
Hasil Adkins,
Cecil Taylor,
Talk Talk,
Minutemen,
Pole,
Crispy Ambulance,
Big Daddy Kane,
Schoolly D,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sonic Youth,
Echospace,
Slave,
The Cramps,
Patti Smith,
Todd Terry,
Johnny Osbourne,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Jacques Brel,
The Star Department,
Banda Bassotti,
Y Pants,
Silicon Teens,
Inner City,
New Age Steppers,
Charles Mingus,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Groovy Waters,
Camouflage,
London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir.
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.