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 Guinea-Bissau and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Lucky Dragons to the jazz 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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx. All the underground hits.
All Kerrie Biddell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Terry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
F. McDonald,
Grandmaster Flash,
Zero Boys,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
FM Einheit,
Gil Scott Heron,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Donald Byrd,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
48th St. Collective,
The Skatalites,
Dave Gahan,
The Red Krayola,
Stetsasonic,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Vogues,
kango's stein massive,
Silicon Teens,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Last Poets,
Cluster,
Deepchord,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Siglo XX,
Cal Tjader,
Sugar Minott,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Happenings,
Lebanon Hanover,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Litter,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Ohio Players,
The Evens,
Rufus Thomas,
John Coltrane,
John Holt,
Eric Copeland,
10cc,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Y Pants,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Offenders,
Thompson Twins,
Nils Olav,
Jacques Brel,
OOIOO,
Lou Christie,
The Wake,
The Alarm Clocks,
Patti Smith,
The J.B.'s,
John Cale,
The Buckinghams,
Marvin Gaye,
Kaleidoscope,
The Techniques,
Ludus,
Marcia Griffiths,
Josef K, Josef K, Josef K, Josef K.
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.