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 San Marino and from Salvador.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the oboe 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 Oppenheimer Analysis to the grunge 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 10cc. All the underground hits.
All The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mummies record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cheater Slicks,
The Associates,
Country Teasers,
Bush Tetras,
Boz Scaggs,
Alison Limerick,
L. Decosne,
The Fall,
Graham Central Station,
The Smoke,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
the Slits,
10cc,
Blancmange,
Silicon Teens,
Brick,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Gap Band,
Maurizio,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Surgeon,
Kayak,
Dave Gahan,
Alton Ellis,
The Busters,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Magazine,
The Skatalites,
Roxy Music,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
DJ Style,
8 Eyed Spy,
Livin' Joy,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Golliwogs,
Y Pants,
Darondo,
The Martian,
Second Layer,
The Walker Brothers,
The Offenders,
The Knickerbockers,
the Bar-Kays,
Fear,
Anthony Braxton,
Avey Tare,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Simply Red,
Joey Negro,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Gang Green,
The Gladiators,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Ornette Coleman,
Bootsy Collins,
Gabor Szabo,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Johnny Osbourne,
Hoover,
MC5,
Piero Umiliani,
The Angels of Light,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu.
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.