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 Bahamas and from Manchester.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Taipei.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Tears for Fears 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 Lonnie Liston Smith. All the underground hits.
All Eric B and Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Young Rascals 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro 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 güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rosa Yemen,
Magma,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Max Romeo,
Lou Reed,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Amon Düül,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Das Ding,
Wasted Youth,
Freddie Wadling,
Banda Bassotti,
Tim Buckley,
Jandek,
Swell Maps,
Sarah Menescal,
Magazine,
The Electric Prunes,
Tears for Fears,
Erasure,
Electric Prunes,
R.M.O.,
Parry Music,
New York Dolls,
Black Moon,
U.S. Maple,
The New Christs,
Make Up,
Chris Corsano,
The Durutti Column,
Arab on Radar,
Donny Hathaway,
The Misunderstood,
Suicide,
Joey Negro,
Motorama,
Leonard Cohen,
The Standells,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Smog,
Sonny Sharrock,
Kas Product,
Andrew Hill,
the Fania All-Stars,
H. Thieme,
Roxette,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Nico,
Letta Mbulu,
Gastr Del Sol,
Harry Pussy,
Oneida,
Eden Ahbez,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Ralphi Rosario,
Kerrie Biddell,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Monochrome Set,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound.
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.