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 Micronesia and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Crash Course in Science to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cybotron 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 a spring reverb and a theremin 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 chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Don Cherry,
Dave Gahan,
Neu!,
Kenny Larkin,
The Slackers,
Laurel Aitken,
Marine Girls,
The Searchers,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Eli Mardock,
Fat Boys,
Idris Muhammad,
Amon Düül,
Rapeman,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Yellowson,
The Wake,
Fluxion,
Pole,
The Tremeloes,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sparks,
Magma,
Rufus Thomas,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Massinfluence,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Bobby Byrd,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Soulsonic Force,
Urselle,
Saccharine Trust,
Matthew Bourne,
Wally Richardson,
The Pop Group,
Kool Moe Dee,
Absolute Body Control,
The Motions,
Half Japanese,
Black Pus,
Dead Boys,
the Swans,
Robert Hood,
The Fuzztones,
Theoretical Girls,
Circle Jerks,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Intrusion,
Erykah Badu,
Eric Dolphy,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Robert Wyatt,
The Leaves,
The Golliwogs,
Desert Stars,
Pharoah Sanders,
Joyce Sims,
Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail.
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.