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 Spain and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 clarinet 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 Tubeway Army to the rap 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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Pulsallama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jawbox 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum 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 guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Depeche Mode,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Eve St. Jones,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Durutti Column,
Con Funk Shun,
Piero Umiliani,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Graham Central Station,
Cecil Taylor,
Icehouse,
Ituana,
Charles Mingus,
The Black Dice,
R.M.O.,
Crime,
Gerry Rafferty,
Kas Product,
Jacques Brel,
Donald Byrd,
Idris Muhammad,
Lakeside,
Sound Behaviour,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Black Pus,
The Neon Judgement,
Patti Smith,
The Gap Band,
Monks,
Barrington Levy,
The Stooges,
The Litter,
Camouflage,
Wolf Eyes,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Kaleidoscope,
Whodini,
X-102,
Josef K,
Royal Trux,
Newcleus,
Fugazi,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Unwound,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
8 Eyed Spy,
Excepter,
Swell Maps,
Steve Hackett,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Barbara Tucker,
Yellowson,
The Blues Magoos,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Alton Ellis,
Godley & Creme,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Brand Nubian,
The American Breed,
Rites of Spring,
Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson.
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.