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 United Kingdom and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 Houston and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Brass Construction to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Man Parrish. All the underground hits.
All The Gun Club tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sunsets and Hearts record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 spring reverb and a guitar 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 oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tomorrow,
Cal Tjader,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Freddie Wadling,
The Barracudas,
Sun Ra,
Sixth Finger,
Danielle Patucci,
F. McDonald,
Black Moon,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
La Düsseldorf,
Nik Kershaw,
Terrestrial Tones,
Unrelated Segments,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
LL Cool J,
David McCallum,
the Bar-Kays,
Bootsy Collins,
Blancmange,
Brothers Johnson,
Spoonie Gee,
Wire,
Sam Rivers,
Harry Pussy,
The New Christs,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Rapeman,
Letta Mbulu,
David Axelrod,
Neil Young,
Siglo XX,
Chris Corsano,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Motorama,
The Smiths,
Cecil Taylor,
Jeff Lynne,
Alison Limerick,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Divine Comedy,
EPMD,
Iggy Pop,
Reuben Wilson,
The Pop Group,
The Searchers,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Stetsasonic,
Ultravox,
David Bowie,
Moebius,
Barrington Levy,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Matthew Bourne,
Don Cherry,
Erykah Badu,
Aaron Thompson,
Matthew Halsall,
Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco.
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.