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 Bahrain and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Outsiders to the jazz 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 Slick Rick. All the underground hits.
All Fela Kuti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Icehouse record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 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 linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warren Ellis,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
New York Dolls,
Barry Ungar,
Don Cherry,
Lou Reed,
Altered Images,
The Move,
Sällskapet,
Severed Heads,
Lightning Bolt,
Big Daddy Kane,
Alton Ellis,
Eric Dolphy,
Motorama,
Cameo,
Black Bananas,
KRS-One,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Cure,
Nirvana,
Scrapy,
Curtis Mayfield,
Cluster,
Letta Mbulu,
The Grass Roots,
Bobby Sherman,
The Cramps,
Bluetip,
Roxette,
Jeff Lynne,
Roger Hodgson,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Eddi Front,
Bootsy Collins,
Massinfluence,
B.T. Express,
Pet Shop Boys,
Alice Coltrane,
John Coltrane,
Eric B and Rakim,
Moss Icon,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Gichy Dan,
Los Fastidios,
Rod Modell,
Dead Boys,
Blake Baxter,
Con Funk Shun,
Easy Going,
Joey Negro,
the Soft Cell,
Bush Tetras,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Harmonia,
Idris Muhammad,
Skaos,
Sister Nancy,
Charles Mingus,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk.
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.