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 Mongolia and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Calgary.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Gong 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 Bob Dylan. All the underground hits.
All The Blackbyrds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monolake 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 rhodes 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 linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Dirtbombs,
Scrapy,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Neil Young,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Flipper,
Funkadelic,
T. Rex,
Lebanon Hanover,
Barrington Levy,
Siglo XX,
Surgeon,
Amon Düül II,
Roxette,
Cabaret Voltaire,
the Human League,
48th St. Collective,
Theoretical Girls,
Prince Buster,
Urselle,
John Lydon,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Happenings,
John Foxx,
Infiniti,
Laurel Aitken,
Stockholm Monsters,
Curtis Mayfield,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Radio Birdman,
Yaz,
Minnie Riperton,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Robert Hood,
Pulsallama,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Vogues,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Neu!,
Ronnie Foster,
Stereo Dub,
10cc,
Malaria!,
Andrew Hill,
Flamin' Groovies,
Tres Demented,
Mad Mike,
David Bowie,
Jerry's Kids,
Fad Gadget,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Visage,
Eddi Front,
Ice-T,
Supertramp,
The Slackers,
Gabor Szabo,
Lyres,
Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket.
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.