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 Senegal and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Fuzztones to the rock 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 Los Fastidios. All the underground hits.
All Clear Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu 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 sitar 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 clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra,
Ronnie Foster,
Ten City,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Roxette,
Kurtis Blow,
Mars,
The Saints,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Angry Samoans,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Radio Birdman,
Todd Rundgren,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Unwound,
The Fuzztones,
John Coltrane,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
OOIOO,
Crime,
F. McDonald,
Lyres,
This Heat,
Q and Not U,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Electric Prunes,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Letta Mbulu,
Young Marble Giants,
The Victims,
Flipper,
Absolute Body Control,
Alison Limerick,
Erykah Badu,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sam Rivers,
Alton Ellis,
Delta 5,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The United States of America,
The Neon Judgement,
Cluster,
Loose Ends,
Vainqueur,
Carl Craig,
Nico,
Essential Logic,
Neu!,
the Sonics,
Rod Modell,
Dawn Penn,
Jawbox,
The Smiths,
Soul Sonic Force,
the Bar-Kays,
The Kinks,
The Seeds,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds.
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.