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 Ghana and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Delon & Dalcan 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 Urselle. All the underground hits.
All Sly & The Family Stone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MDC record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an organ 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 mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Carl Craig,
Nirvana,
The Searchers,
Minnie Riperton,
Juan Atkins,
Subhumans,
Gang Starr,
Agitation Free,
Supertramp,
Rites of Spring,
Dorothy Ashby,
Silicon Teens,
The American Breed,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Tim Buckley,
The Index,
Suburban Knight,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Boogie Down Productions,
Camouflage,
Gabor Szabo,
Ten City,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Barbara Tucker,
F. McDonald,
Sun Ra,
Drive Like Jehu,
Pagans,
Mars,
The Gap Band,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Blues Magoos,
Section 25,
Monolake,
Bootsy Collins,
A Certain Ratio,
Soft Machine,
Flamin' Groovies,
Technova,
Hasil Adkins,
Metal Thangz,
Shoche,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Kerri Chandler,
Glenn Branca,
Depeche Mode,
Kerrie Biddell,
Funky Four + One,
Wasted Youth,
DJ Style,
Stereo Dub,
James White and The Blacks,
Erasure,
Parry Music,
La Düsseldorf,
T.S.O.L.,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Eli Mardock,
The Fire Engines,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Skatalites,
Cluster,
Sparks,
Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson.
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.