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 Zimbabwe and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Philadelphia.
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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Pierre Henry to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Gun Club. All the underground hits.
All Cecil Taylor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare 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 arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terry Callier,
The Last Poets,
Soulsonic Force,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Metal Thangz,
Ralphi Rosario,
Brothers Johnson,
A Certain Ratio,
Jesper Dahlback,
Urselle,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Techniques,
Robert Wyatt,
The Fuzztones,
New York Dolls,
Television,
Brick,
Visage,
Thompson Twins,
8 Eyed Spy,
Funkadelic,
Michelle Simonal,
Wolf Eyes,
LL Cool J,
Section 25,
The Leaves,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Spoonie Gee,
Quadrant,
Black Moon,
Half Japanese,
Gang of Four,
Glambeats Corp.,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Arab on Radar,
Jawbox,
Echospace,
Nation of Ulysses,
Al Stewart,
The Litter,
The Victims,
Dead Boys,
Kas Product,
Faust,
Motorama,
The Doors,
Tres Demented,
Absolute Body Control,
Ice-T,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Adolescents,
F. McDonald,
The Wake,
Rekid,
Agent Orange,
Blossom Toes,
Black Pus,
Robert Hood,
DJ Sneak,
Rod Modell,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Magazine, Magazine, Magazine, Magazine.
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.