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 Luxembourg and from Winnipeg.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the linndrum 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 The Pretty Things to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Fat Boys. All the underground hits.
All Curtis Mayfield tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scientists 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar 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 linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crash Course in Science,
Von Mondo,
Lindisfarne,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Metal Thangz,
Clear Light,
The Flesh Eaters,
Trumans Water,
H. Thieme,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
the Bar-Kays,
Absolute Body Control,
Procol Harum,
Girls At Our Best!,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Marc Almond,
Quantec,
Blake Baxter,
Little Man,
Bootsy Collins,
The Divine Comedy,
Neu!,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Suicide,
Rakim,
Scott Walker,
Banda Bassotti,
Supertramp,
Royal Trux,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Stetsasonic,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Victims,
Scan 7,
The Durutti Column,
Duran Duran,
Quando Quango,
Frankie Knuckles,
Kevin Saunderson,
Gang of Four,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Raincoats,
The Birthday Party,
Public Enemy,
Pet Shop Boys,
Goldenarms,
the Fania All-Stars,
Neil Young,
Eric Dolphy,
Ultimate Spinach,
the Swans,
Zero Boys,
Porter Ricks,
Siglo XX,
Black Bananas,
Fat Boys,
The Seeds,
Lou Reed,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Anthony Braxton,
Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans.
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.