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 Mauritius and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Agent Orange to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Eden Ahbez. All the underground hits.
All The Star Department tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Essential Logic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator 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 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
These Immortal Souls,
Boogie Down Productions,
Underground Resistance,
Crime,
Rekid,
Sarah Menescal,
In Retrospect,
Faraquet,
Donny Hathaway,
Brick,
Liliput,
Pierre Henry,
The Knickerbockers,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Colin Newman,
The Doors,
Donald Byrd,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Kayak,
Fatback Band,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Ultimate Spinach,
Heaven 17,
Ralphi Rosario,
Severed Heads,
Jerry Gold Smith,
R.M.O.,
The New Christs,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Adolescents,
Talk Talk,
Scion,
Radiopuhelimet,
the Slits,
Neil Young,
Delon & Dalcan,
Gang Starr,
The Black Dice,
Oblivians,
Pharoah Sanders,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Mantronix,
Wolf Eyes,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Freddie Wadling,
Wings,
A Certain Ratio,
Jesper Dahlback,
Eddi Front,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Traffic Nightmare,
Mr. Review,
Roxette,
Whodini,
Todd Rundgren,
The Grass Roots,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Index,
Hardrive,
the Fania All-Stars,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Moss Icon,
The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills.
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.