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 Cyprus and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 One Last Wish to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Lower 48. All the underground hits.
All The Evens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vladislav Delay record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer 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 oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Starr,
Patti Smith,
Jawbox,
Idris Muhammad,
Yusef Lateef,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Groovy Waters,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
John Foxx,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Names,
Buzzcocks,
Jacob Miller,
Eden Ahbez,
Jeff Lynne,
Radiohead,
F. McDonald,
JFA,
Reuben Wilson,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Gories,
Peter & Gordon,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Mandrill,
Joy Division,
Erykah Badu,
Deadbeat,
T. Rex,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Robert Wyatt,
Crime,
The Index,
Chris Corsano,
Marmalade,
Andrew Hill,
The Real Kids,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Q and Not U,
Brothers Johnson,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
DJ Sneak,
The Angels of Light,
Magma,
Moby Grape,
Rites of Spring,
Wasted Youth,
Loose Ends,
The Litter,
David Axelrod,
Drexciya,
Ronnie Foster,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Soul Sonic Force,
Janne Schatter,
Stereo Dub,
Connie Case,
Saccharine Trust,
The Blues Magoos,
Gabor Szabo,
Lyres,
Radiopuhelimet,
Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls.
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.