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 Indonesia and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Toronto.
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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the snare 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 Electric Prunes to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Blues Magoos. All the underground hits.
All F. McDonald tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül II 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb 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 arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Bar-Kays,
Pylon,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Walker Brothers,
Radio Birdman,
Howard Jones,
Peter and Kerry,
Mark Hollis,
Massinfluence,
Sun Ra,
Cluster,
Index,
Q and Not U,
Hasil Adkins,
Lou Christie,
The Star Department,
Con Funk Shun,
Lee Hazlewood,
Vainqueur,
Mr. Review,
Jimmy McGriff,
Jeff Mills,
Easy Going,
Maleditus Sound,
New Age Steppers,
Gregory Isaacs,
Idris Muhammad,
Visage,
David Bowie,
The Misunderstood,
Radiohead,
Isaac Hayes,
Kayak,
Hardrive,
Television Personalities,
Half Japanese,
Magazine,
Franke,
The Invisible,
Pantaleimon,
Pagans,
The Sonics,
The Doobie Brothers,
Fat Boys,
New Order,
H. Thieme,
Marmalade,
Fad Gadget,
the Soft Cell,
Animal Collective,
FM Einheit,
Talk Talk,
the Fania All-Stars,
Von Mondo,
John Lydon,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
the Sonics,
Flipper,
Desert Stars,
Cymande, Cymande, Cymande, Cymande.
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.