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 Kazakhstan and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Woodstock.
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 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Barclay James Harvest to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Skaos. All the underground hits.
All Cheater Slicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unrelated Segments record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Michelle Simonal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Icehouse,
The Sisters of Mercy,
ABC,
Alison Limerick,
Reagan Youth,
Altered Images,
Ultravox,
Nick Fraelich,
The Martian,
One Last Wish,
Amon Düül,
Brass Construction,
Das Ding,
June of 44,
Sixth Finger,
Ludus,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Sound,
Kenny Larkin,
kango's stein massive,
The Fortunes,
The Fall,
The Skatalites,
Sight & Sound,
Bluetip,
Oneida,
Faraquet,
Alphaville,
Hashim,
Mandrill,
Maurizio,
Blancmange,
Rites of Spring,
Shuggie Otis,
R.M.O.,
Lakeside,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Laurel Aitken,
New York Dolls,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Skriet,
The Angels of Light,
Crispy Ambulance,
DJ Style,
Motorama,
Bizarre Inc.,
Gang of Four,
The Music Machine,
Negative Approach,
Kerrie Biddell,
Rhythm & Sound,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Crooked Eye,
New Age Steppers,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Cecil Taylor,
Ultimate Spinach,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Residents,
Public Enemy,
Main Source,
Man Parrish,
Marmalade,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo.
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.