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 Turkmenistan and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Tehran.
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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Outsiders to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Yaz. All the underground hits.
All Mad Mike tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wasted Youth 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin 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 theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lee Hazlewood,
Chris Corsano,
Wolf Eyes,
Lakeside,
Radiohead,
Rapeman,
The Busters,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Walker Brothers,
Juan Atkins,
The Techniques,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Smoke,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Fugazi,
The Blackbyrds,
Make Up,
Scion,
the Association,
Procol Harum,
Soul Sonic Force,
R.M.O.,
Tears for Fears,
Boogie Down Productions,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
F. McDonald,
Magma,
Mo-Dettes,
OOIOO,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Warsaw,
Negative Approach,
Quando Quango,
Kayak,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Model 500,
Avey Tare,
Sexual Harrassment,
10cc,
Groovy Waters,
Sixth Finger,
Nas,
Cecil Taylor,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Lalo Schifrin,
Royal Trux,
Franke,
The Barracudas,
The Fortunes,
Gang Gang Dance,
FM Einheit,
Livin' Joy,
Charles Mingus,
Rites of Spring,
DJ Style,
Wasted Youth,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Unwound,
Motorama,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth 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.