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 Germany and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Amazonics to the punk 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 Heavy D & The Boyz. All the underground hits.
All Unrelated Segments tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Holt 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes 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 synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brick,
The Toasters,
La Düsseldorf,
The Knickerbockers,
Terry Callier,
Sexual Harrassment,
Make Up,
Roxette,
World's Most,
Underground Resistance,
The Flesh Eaters,
John Holt,
Boredoms,
The Martian,
Circle Jerks,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Bill Wells,
Albert Ayler,
John Coltrane,
Robert Wyatt,
The Mummies,
Byron Stingily,
FM Einheit,
Nico,
Stereo Dub,
Youth Brigade,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Los Fastidios,
The Gun Club,
Sparks,
Donald Byrd,
Black Moon,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Groovy Waters,
The Sonics,
Scott Walker,
Lakeside,
T. Rex,
The Five Americans,
June of 44,
Adolescents,
Graham Central Station,
Lightning Bolt,
The Vogues,
Bob Dylan,
Roxy Music,
Ten City,
New York Dolls,
Second Layer,
Arcadia,
Radio Birdman,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Camberwell Now,
The Buckinghams,
New Age Steppers,
Girls At Our Best!,
Jacques Brel,
MDC,
Alton Ellis,
The Wake,
Matthew Halsall,
Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane.
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.