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 Kenya and from Sao Paulo.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the theremin 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 Godley & Creme to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 kango's stein massive. All the underground hits.
All kango's stein massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tropical Tobacco record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a güiro and a snare 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 rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Reuben Wilson,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Jimmy McGriff,
Darondo,
the Soft Cell,
Surgeon,
Drexciya,
the Human League,
Kerrie Biddell,
Dorothy Ashby,
Crooked Eye,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Youth Brigade,
Smog,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Letta Mbulu,
Idris Muhammad,
Shuggie Otis,
Wolf Eyes,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Black Flag,
Sexual Harrassment,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Lalo Schifrin,
Fugazi,
Jacques Brel,
Accadde A,
Stereo Dub,
T. Rex,
Brick,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Fuzztones,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Yazoo,
Steve Hackett,
Ten City,
Can,
Man Parrish,
Banda Bassotti,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Schoolly D,
Gil Scott Heron,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
the Germs,
The Fall,
E-Dancer,
The Busters,
Colin Newman,
June of 44,
Sonny Sharrock,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Young Rascals,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash.
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.