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 Oman and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Robert Hood to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Dawn Penn. All the underground hits.
All Lizzy Mercier Descloux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maurizio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord 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 theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Carl Craig,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Reuben Wilson,
Thee Headcoats,
Roy Ayers,
Banda Bassotti,
Peter & Gordon,
Slave,
X-102,
Judy Mowatt,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Average White Band,
Glenn Branca,
Erykah Badu,
The Neon Judgement,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
F. McDonald,
The Durutti Column,
June of 44,
Masters at Work,
Marmalade,
LL Cool J,
Charles Mingus,
Half Japanese,
Thompson Twins,
The Move,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Ultravox,
Althea and Donna,
Steve Hackett,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Visage,
The Cure,
The Selecter,
Magma,
Arcadia,
Von Mondo,
Basic Channel,
Tom Boy,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Scan 7,
FM Einheit,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Marine Girls,
The Moody Blues,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Bobby Womack,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Slits,
Yellowson,
Supertramp,
Q65,
Rufus Thomas,
Trumans Water,
Al Stewart,
Lightning Bolt,
Piero Umiliani,
Junior Murvin,
Television Personalities,
Blossom Toes,
Eric B and Rakim,
Bobbi Humphrey,
the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell.
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.