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 San Marino and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
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 Zero Boys to the crunk 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 Ash Ra Tempel. All the underground hits.
All Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Teenage Jesus and the Jerks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin 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 marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flipper,
The Stooges,
The Barracudas,
Franke,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Real Kids,
Young Marble Giants,
Ten City,
D'Angelo,
The Residents,
Quadrant,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Arab on Radar,
Yusef Lateef,
Robert Wyatt,
Sight & Sound,
Gastr Del Sol,
Half Japanese,
Average White Band,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Dennis Brown,
Tears for Fears,
Cheater Slicks,
Sam Rivers,
Symarip,
Jeru the Damaja,
Little Man,
John Holt,
Liliput,
Pole,
The Sonics,
Glambeats Corp.,
Fluxion,
Wire,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Lalo Schifrin,
Television Personalities,
Erasure,
Lou Christie,
Grey Daturas,
The Index,
Pere Ubu,
Adolescents,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
the Fania All-Stars,
Ice-T,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Lalann,
The Slits,
Jeff Mills,
The Blues Magoos,
The Knickerbockers,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Dark Day,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Scan 7,
DNA,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Todd Terry,
The Standells,
Rekid,
June of 44, June of 44, June of 44, June of 44.
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.