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 Kosovo and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Letta Mbulu to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Gong. All the underground hits.
All Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dennis Brown 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a harpsichord 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 snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Beasts of Bourbon,
Echospace,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Con Funk Shun,
Livin' Joy,
Black Sheep,
48th St. Collective,
KRS-One,
The Move,
Morten Harket,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Fela Kuti,
Piero Umiliani,
The Tremeloes,
Cameo,
Chrome,
H. Thieme,
Pere Ubu,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Matthew Halsall,
Aswad,
The Raincoats,
Man Eating Sloth,
Cal Tjader,
The Modern Lovers,
Grey Daturas,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Ossler,
Make Up,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The J.B.'s,
Mission of Burma,
Deakin,
DJ Sneak,
Aural Exciters,
The Birthday Party,
Lakeside,
Eurythmics,
Flipper,
Shuggie Otis,
Hoover,
Aloha Tigers,
Lungfish,
Rotary Connection,
Bill Near,
The Buckinghams,
Radiopuhelimet,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Big Daddy Kane,
Index,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Bluetip,
FM Einheit,
Deepchord,
Fat Boys,
Rosa Yemen,
Trumans Water,
Scientists,
The Remains,
T.S.O.L.,
Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu.
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.