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 Ivory Coast and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Fluxion to the grime 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 David Bowie. All the underground hits.
All The Barracudas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mummies 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator 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 mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Misunderstood,
Lightning Bolt,
China Crisis,
Janne Schatter,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Roy Ayers,
U.S. Maple,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sonny Sharrock,
Sandy B,
Alton Ellis,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Smiths,
Excepter,
Quando Quango,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Delon & Dalcan,
Agent Orange,
Ludus,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Rekid,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Birthday Party,
Bauhaus,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Harpers Bizarre,
Visage,
Television,
Sugar Minott,
Aswad,
Max Romeo,
Bootsy Collins,
F. McDonald,
Wolf Eyes,
Harry Pussy,
T.S.O.L.,
Davy DMX,
Gang Green,
X-102,
DNA,
Drive Like Jehu,
Erykah Badu,
Basic Channel,
Schoolly D,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Move,
Ronnie Foster,
Graham Central Station,
a-ha,
The Alarm Clocks,
Thompson Twins,
Loose Ends,
The Slits,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Lower 48,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Whodini,
Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell.
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.