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 Turkmenistan and from Portland.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Andrew Hill to the crunk 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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids. All the underground hits.
All Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The J.B.'s record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet 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 marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Mills,
Ultravox,
Bootsy Collins,
PIL,
Lalann,
Boogie Down Productions,
Quantec,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Unwound,
Ohio Players,
Subhumans,
Darondo,
Ice-T,
Fear,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bush Tetras,
10cc,
Anthony Braxton,
OOIOO,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The J.B.'s,
Todd Rundgren,
The Black Dice,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Radiopuhelimet,
Don Cherry,
Make Up,
Stetsasonic,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
K-Klass,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
MC5,
Zapp,
Malaria!,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sam Rivers,
EPMD,
Marcia Griffiths,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
John Lydon,
Fat Boys,
Josef K,
The Names,
Dorothy Ashby,
Nico,
Stiv Bators,
Q and Not U,
Con Funk Shun,
Jimmy McGriff,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Chris & Cosey,
Amazonics,
Pussy Galore,
Rotary Connection,
Guru Guru,
Chris Corsano,
Tim Buckley,
Graham Central Station,
Ken Boothe,
JFA,
Whodini,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Vogues,
the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics.
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.