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 Pakistan and from Winnipeg.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 harpsichord 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 Pet Shop Boys to the punk 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 the Bar-Kays. All the underground hits.
All Circle Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fort Wilson Riot record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sexual Harrassment record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tommy Roe,
Niagra,
The J.B.'s,
Banda Bassotti,
Shuggie Otis,
Ice-T,
Hardrive,
Alison Limerick,
Eric Dolphy,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Animal Collective,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Bill Wells,
Lakeside,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Bush Tetras,
the Soft Cell,
Swell Maps,
PIL,
Derrick May,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Ralphi Rosario,
Man Eating Sloth,
Newcleus,
The Gladiators,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Basic Channel,
Public Enemy,
Steve Hackett,
John Coltrane,
Donny Hathaway,
the Bar-Kays,
The Cowsills,
Donald Byrd,
Rekid,
The New Christs,
Lightning Bolt,
Eden Ahbez,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Blackbyrds,
X-101,
the Association,
U.S. Maple,
kango's stein massive,
Brand Nubian,
Roy Ayers,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
David Axelrod,
The Raincoats,
Slick Rick,
The Leaves,
The Shadows of Knight,
Boz Scaggs,
Cecil Taylor,
Tubeway Army,
Hashim,
Sonic Youth,
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.