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 Uganda and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Groovy Waters 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 The Flesh Eaters. All the underground hits.
All Spoonie Gee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Germs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fuzztones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
F. McDonald,
Qualms,
Ornette Coleman,
The Divine Comedy,
Japan,
Soft Cell,
Hoover,
MDC,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sexual Harrassment,
Zapp,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Icehouse,
Little Man,
Symarip,
Sonic Youth,
Faraquet,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Babytalk,
June of 44,
Scott Walker,
Mad Mike,
T. Rex,
Kaleidoscope,
Fela Kuti,
Mark Hollis,
Suburban Knight,
Cameo,
Tomorrow,
Altered Images,
Clear Light,
Jeru the Damaja,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Gang Green,
Wally Richardson,
The Grass Roots,
Subhumans,
Minutemen,
David Axelrod,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Main Source,
John Lydon,
the Bar-Kays,
Cal Tjader,
The Gun Club,
The Fall,
Charles Mingus,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Jerry's Kids,
Moss Icon,
Gichy Dan,
Matthew Bourne,
Marshall Jefferson,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Rapeman,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Nick Fraelich,
the Fania All-Stars,
David McCallum,
Pole, Pole, Pole, Pole.
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.