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 Chad and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine to the funk 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 Freddie Wadling. All the underground hits.
All Newcleus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oppenheimer Analysis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dorothy Ashby record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
F. McDonald,
Radio Birdman,
The Birthday Party,
June of 44,
Severed Heads,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Todd Rundgren,
Don Cherry,
Subhumans,
Deepchord,
The Tremeloes,
Matthew Bourne,
Todd Terry,
Accadde A,
Metal Thangz,
The Gun Club,
Nils Olav,
Yaz,
Unrelated Segments,
Derrick Morgan,
Simply Red,
Lightning Bolt,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sonic Youth,
Roxy Music,
Byron Stingily,
Ultimate Spinach,
Unwound,
Pet Shop Boys,
Duran Duran,
Roger Hodgson,
Jerry's Kids,
Television Personalities,
Wire,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Carl Craig,
Scott Walker,
Stiv Bators,
Terry Callier,
Desert Stars,
Man Eating Sloth,
the Normal,
Deakin,
New Order,
The Litter,
Rekid,
Qualms,
Cameo,
Bob Dylan,
The Searchers,
MC5,
Faust,
The Gories,
Dark Day,
a-ha,
Fear,
Altered Images,
Fad Gadget,
Joensuu 1685,
Parry Music,
The Pretty Things,
Tom Boy,
DJ Sneak,
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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.