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 Sierra Leone and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Eric B and Rakim to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Royal Trux. All the underground hits.
All Letta Mbulu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ponytail record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe 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 snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cramps,
Blossom Toes,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
the Sonics,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Eric Copeland,
MC5,
Can,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Scion,
Banda Bassotti,
JFA,
Wasted Youth,
Soft Cell,
Yazoo,
Roxy Music,
Eurythmics,
Man Parrish,
The Electric Prunes,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Wolf Eyes,
Theoretical Girls,
Pantytec,
Ituana,
Massinfluence,
The Move,
The Raincoats,
Aaron Thompson,
Warren Ellis,
Jimmy McGriff,
Connie Case,
Whodini,
Absolute Body Control,
Agent Orange,
Oblivians,
Pantaleimon,
Carl Craig,
The Names,
In Retrospect,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Residents,
Isaac Hayes,
Brass Construction,
Aswad,
Eric Dolphy,
Ludus,
Pulsallama,
The Five Americans,
The Skatalites,
Big Daddy Kane,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
OOIOO,
Boredoms,
D'Angelo,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sällskapet,
The Motions,
Skarface,
Bill Near,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Cameo,
Yaz, Yaz, Yaz, Yaz.
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.