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 Saudi Arabia and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 rhodes 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 Ten City to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Ten City. All the underground hits.
All Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every UT 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron 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 a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Zapp,
Pussy Galore,
The Sound,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
World's Most,
Procol Harum,
Mandrill,
U.S. Maple,
Shoche,
Groovy Waters,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Blancmange,
Absolute Body Control,
The Doors,
Electric Prunes,
Motorama,
Toni Rubio,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sun Ra,
The Shadows of Knight,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Gregory Isaacs,
Tomorrow,
China Crisis,
Intrusion,
Joe Finger,
Sonic Youth,
Quando Quango,
Fela Kuti,
UT,
Howard Jones,
K-Klass,
Zero Boys,
Aswad,
The Stooges,
Unrelated Segments,
Matthew Halsall,
Hot Snakes,
Mars,
Flamin' Groovies,
LL Cool J,
Tropical Tobacco,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Dual Sessions,
Excepter,
Aaron Thompson,
The Litter,
cv313,
The Durutti Column,
Frankie Knuckles,
Scientists,
D'Angelo,
Simply Red,
The Fortunes,
The Modern Lovers,
John Coltrane,
Gong,
Jacob Miller,
Neil Young,
Amazonics,
Vainqueur,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band.
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.