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 St Lucia and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Idris Muhammad to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Mighty Diamonds. All the underground hits.
All Los Fastidios tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every World's Most 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe 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 marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mad Mike,
These Immortal Souls,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Byron Stingily,
The Fuzztones,
The Beau Brummels,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Terrestrial Tones,
Pussy Galore,
Zapp,
Ossler,
The Evens,
Fatback Band,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Mission of Burma,
Eric Dolphy,
Radio Birdman,
Robert Görl,
Subhumans,
The Sound,
Fad Gadget,
Das Ding,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sugar Minott,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Aural Exciters,
Ornette Coleman,
The Gladiators,
Babytalk,
Janne Schatter,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Eden Ahbez,
Cluster,
Bobby Sherman,
Fela Kuti,
Piero Umiliani,
Iggy Pop,
F. McDonald,
Smog,
The Tremeloes,
Surgeon,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sandy B,
Pole,
Jacob Miller,
Rufus Thomas,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Pretty Things,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Fortunes,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Rod Modell,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Wasted Youth,
Radiohead,
Neil Young,
Siglo XX,
New Order,
The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers.
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.