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 Maldives and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Animal Collective to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Livin' Joy. All the underground hits.
All Babytalk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Light Orchestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Red Lorry Yellow Lorry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
F. McDonald,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Ronan,
Howard Jones,
Nirvana,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Martian,
Dorothy Ashby,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Cybotron,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Mummies,
Crime,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Lalo Schifrin,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sun Ra,
Tommy Roe,
The Remains,
Zapp,
the Germs,
John Coltrane,
The Selecter,
Eve St. Jones,
The Gladiators,
Barbara Tucker,
Isaac Hayes,
Public Image Ltd.,
A Certain Ratio,
Soul II Soul,
Boredoms,
Kool Moe Dee,
Faraquet,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Star Department,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Young Rascals,
Steve Hackett,
The Trojans,
Skriet,
H. Thieme,
The Evens,
Andrew Hill,
Saccharine Trust,
Kayak,
Bauhaus,
Deepchord,
Kaleidoscope,
Lyres,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Schoolly D,
Ornette Coleman,
Amazonics,
Newcleus,
Ultravox,
Agent Orange,
CMW,
Terry Callier,
Con Funk Shun,
Johnny Osbourne,
48th St. Collective,
Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet.
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.