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 Belgium and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Tokyo.
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 rhodes 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 The Grass Roots 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 the Fania All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All Aloha Tigers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 10cc record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Livin' Joy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Marine Girls,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
This Heat,
Roy Ayers,
Robert Görl,
Ossler,
Scan 7,
the Bar-Kays,
The Black Dice,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Animal Collective,
Anthony Braxton,
The Litter,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Ituana,
The Raincoats,
Newcleus,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Black Moon,
The Slackers,
Saccharine Trust,
The Beau Brummels,
The Human League,
Make Up,
The Gories,
Man Eating Sloth,
Bad Manners,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
X-Ray Spex,
Joe Smooth,
The Moody Blues,
Fear,
Janne Schatter,
Big Daddy Kane,
Hasil Adkins,
Theoretical Girls,
Mary Jane Girls,
Thompson Twins,
Deepchord,
The Red Krayola,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Aural Exciters,
AZ,
Drive Like Jehu,
Jeru the Damaja,
Heaven 17,
The Barracudas,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Absolute Body Control,
The Blackbyrds,
Eric B and Rakim,
Faust,
Scratch Acid,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Barbara Tucker,
Mantronix,
Donny Hathaway,
Inner City,
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.
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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.