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 Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Neil Young to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Zero Boys. All the underground hits.
All Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smiths record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 marimba and a harpsichord 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 spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brothers Johnson,
The Slits,
Second Layer,
Dave Gahan,
Sight & Sound,
Albert Ayler,
Harmonia,
Isaac Hayes,
Camouflage,
The Buckinghams,
Grandmaster Flash,
Siglo XX,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Dennis Brown,
Rapeman,
Patti Smith,
The Litter,
Davy DMX,
Crispy Ambulance,
Shuggie Otis,
Reuben Wilson,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Skriet,
Camberwell Now,
Young Marble Giants,
Saccharine Trust,
cv313,
The Neon Judgement,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Arcadia,
Donny Hathaway,
The Angels of Light,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Techniques,
Brass Construction,
Quantec,
Ten City,
Echospace,
Technova,
Hot Snakes,
The Seeds,
Danielle Patucci,
Scientists,
Oblivians,
Eddi Front,
Neu!,
Tim Buckley,
Can,
The Index,
X-Ray Spex,
Funkadelic,
Traffic Nightmare,
Severed Heads,
Rhythm & Sound,
Von Mondo,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Fall,
Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget.
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.