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 El Salvador and from Sao Paulo.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Morten Harket to the jazz 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 Interpol. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camouflage 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marvin Gaye record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Index,
The Skatalites,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Josef K,
Yazoo,
Peter and Kerry,
Electric Prunes,
Todd Rundgren,
Cybotron,
the Human League,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Gong,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Move,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Q65,
Tim Buckley,
the Germs,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Quando Quango,
Wasted Youth,
Gerry Rafferty,
Minor Threat,
Jerry's Kids,
Blancmange,
Anthony Braxton,
The Walker Brothers,
Agent Orange,
Harmonia,
Spandau Ballet,
Joey Negro,
Pylon,
Roxette,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Hoover,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Faust,
Fad Gadget,
Model 500,
Freddie Wadling,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Metal Thangz,
Minutemen,
Cal Tjader,
Chris Corsano,
John Foxx,
The United States of America,
Gang Starr,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Toni Rubio,
CMW,
Grauzone,
Royal Trux,
Jeff Lynne,
John Lydon,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Fortunes,
Rosa Yemen,
Reagan Youth,
David Axelrod,
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.