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 Nepal and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
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 Bobby Hutcherson to the funk 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 Basic Channel. All the underground hits.
All The Doors tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum 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 an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Anthony Braxton,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Joyce Sims,
F. McDonald,
Leonard Cohen,
The Monks,
Black Flag,
Wire,
Gong,
Amon Düül,
Alton Ellis,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Jeru the Damaja,
Joey Negro,
The Invisible,
The Index,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Can,
EPMD,
Outsiders,
Bill Wells,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Blake Baxter,
Mr. Review,
Scott Walker,
Section 25,
One Last Wish,
the Normal,
Urselle,
James White and The Blacks,
Bauhaus,
Mad Mike,
The Last Poets,
Average White Band,
Motorama,
Roxy Music,
Sixth Finger,
Black Sheep,
The Evens,
The Music Machine,
Delon & Dalcan,
Rites of Spring,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Zeros,
Neil Young,
Althea and Donna,
Lightning Bolt,
Gang Gang Dance,
Fad Gadget,
Schoolly D,
JFA,
Boogie Down Productions,
Rufus Thomas,
The Blackbyrds,
The Kinks,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Walker Brothers,
10cc,
Donny Hathaway,
Lalo Schifrin,
Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith.
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.