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 Israel and from Johannesburg.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Bill Near 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 Unrelated Segments. All the underground hits.
All Nils Olav tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Associates 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba 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 guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Machine,
Marvin Gaye,
The United States of America,
The Divine Comedy,
The Residents,
Soul II Soul,
Al Stewart,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Tim Buckley,
H. Thieme,
Magazine,
In Retrospect,
Andrew Hill,
Freddie Wadling,
Clear Light,
Glenn Branca,
Fela Kuti,
Bluetip,
Yusef Lateef,
Nik Kershaw,
Drexciya,
Scientists,
Youth Brigade,
Make Up,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sun City Girls,
DNA,
Be Bop Deluxe,
F. McDonald,
Radio Birdman,
Jandek,
This Heat,
cv313,
Animal Collective,
Whodini,
Little Man,
CMW,
Sugar Minott,
Brand Nubian,
Barrington Levy,
Pet Shop Boys,
Ludus,
Vainqueur,
The Dirtbombs,
The Martian,
The Kinks,
Procol Harum,
Surgeon,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
B.T. Express,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
the Normal,
Q65,
Spoonie Gee,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Mummies,
Robert Wyatt,
Basic Channel,
Excepter,
Delta 5,
The American Breed,
Young Marble Giants,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon.
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.