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 Czech Republic and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Tomorrow to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Ossler. All the underground hits.
All Roxette tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tommy Roe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The J.B.'s,
Minny Pops,
Agitation Free,
Harmonia,
Joensuu 1685,
Roger Hodgson,
Hashim,
Visage,
Grauzone,
K-Klass,
Max Romeo,
Arthur Verocai,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
X-Ray Spex,
The Raincoats,
Amon Düül,
Derrick Morgan,
Chrome,
Lower 48,
Pantaleimon,
Gastr Del Sol,
Don Cherry,
Danielle Patucci,
Nas,
Guru Guru,
MC5,
Anthony Braxton,
Accadde A,
Aloha Tigers,
Brand Nubian,
Siglo XX,
Gang Green,
Delon & Dalcan,
Unwound,
Aswad,
Average White Band,
Qualms,
Yazoo,
Ken Boothe,
Howard Jones,
Dennis Brown,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Roxy Music,
Suburban Knight,
Von Mondo,
Los Fastidios,
The Slits,
Peter and Kerry,
Tom Boy,
Dead Boys,
Nils Olav,
Jeff Mills,
Pet Shop Boys,
Alice Coltrane,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
F. McDonald,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Depeche Mode,
The Mojo Men,
Ohio Players,
The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders.
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.