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 Czech Republic and from Toronto.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Lower 48 to the grime 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 Bootsy's Rubber Band. All the underground hits.
All Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pierre Henry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare 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 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Althea and Donna,
Anakelly,
Rekid,
K-Klass,
Bronski Beat,
The Count Five,
Second Layer,
ABBA,
Echospace,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Aswad,
Sugar Minott,
Eden Ahbez,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Bill Wells,
Aloha Tigers,
Black Moon,
World's Most,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Scan 7,
One Last Wish,
the Germs,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Tropical Tobacco,
Monolake,
F. McDonald,
The Fire Engines,
Sixth Finger,
Mantronix,
Sound Behaviour,
The Slackers,
Babytalk,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Remains,
Ten City,
Dorothy Ashby,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Yaz,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Alton Ellis,
Newcleus,
Brand Nubian,
Fifty Foot Hose,
T. Rex,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
DJ Sneak,
Thee Headcoats,
Jawbox,
D'Angelo,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
James White and The Blacks,
Rod Modell,
The Gladiators,
Lee Hazlewood,
L. Decosne,
Alphaville,
Minutemen,
Nirvana,
The Dave Clark Five,
The J.B.'s,
X-Ray Spex,
Magma,
Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust.
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.