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 Montenegro and from Shanghai.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Cowsills to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Wally Richardson. All the underground hits.
All The Gap Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gichy Dan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Godley & Creme,
Fat Boys,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Jandek,
Cameo,
Vladislav Delay,
The Dirtbombs,
Sparks,
Faraquet,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Moody Blues,
Suicide,
Sun City Girls,
Soul Sonic Force,
Drive Like Jehu,
Bush Tetras,
Unwound,
Dennis Brown,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Barrington Levy,
The Flesh Eaters,
Symarip,
The Mojo Men,
Arthur Verocai,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Accadde A,
Desert Stars,
Colin Newman,
The Litter,
MDC,
The Tremeloes,
The Names,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Toasters,
Pussy Galore,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Pierre Henry,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Fall,
Flamin' Groovies,
Bauhaus,
Scan 7,
Fluxion,
Mary Jane Girls,
Public Image Ltd.,
R.M.O.,
Make Up,
Byron Stingily,
the Normal,
Country Teasers,
Curtis Mayfield,
Gerry Rafferty,
Junior Murvin,
Aswad,
Cluster,
Newcleus,
Soul II Soul,
Section 25,
Andrew Hill,
Hot Snakes,
One Last Wish,
Public Enemy,
Porter Ricks,
Gian Franco Pienzio, Gian Franco Pienzio, Gian Franco Pienzio, Gian Franco Pienzio.
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.
You don't know what you really want.