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 Belize and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 Spokane and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar 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 Skriet to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Tim Buckley. All the underground hits.
All The Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Curtis Mayfield 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes 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 marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nas,
Roxy Music,
Shoche,
Eric Copeland,
Robert Wyatt,
Audionom,
Q and Not U,
Niagra,
The Knickerbockers,
Jacques Brel,
The Durutti Column,
The Associates,
Lower 48,
Skaos,
Donald Byrd,
Aloha Tigers,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Swans,
Fatback Band,
Grey Daturas,
Ultra Naté,
The Velvet Underground,
Scratch Acid,
Wasted Youth,
Metal Thangz,
Lyres,
The Saints,
Porter Ricks,
The Buckinghams,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Bad Manners,
Deakin,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Reuben Wilson,
Quando Quango,
Black Moon,
The Smiths,
Bill Near,
Kerri Chandler,
A Certain Ratio,
The Move,
Sight & Sound,
Kerrie Biddell,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Parry Music,
Matthew Halsall,
The Blackbyrds,
Amon Düül,
Simply Red,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Tremeloes,
Roy Ayers,
Barrington Levy,
Crooked Eye,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Basic Channel,
Surgeon,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence.
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.