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 Peru and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 marimba 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 Kayak to the disco 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 Gang Green. All the underground hits.
All ABC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drive Like Jehu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Groovy Waters,
Kurtis Blow,
Wings,
The American Breed,
Gerry Rafferty,
Lyres,
Monks,
Roxy Music,
Crash Course in Science,
Yaz,
Ronnie Foster,
Trumans Water,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Absolute Body Control,
The Gap Band,
The Neon Judgement,
The Techniques,
June Days,
Graham Central Station,
Lee Hazlewood,
Eric B and Rakim,
Shuggie Otis,
X-Ray Spex,
Matthew Halsall,
Robert Wyatt,
Ken Boothe,
Faust,
Skaos,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Grass Roots,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Lalann,
Fugazi,
48th St. Collective,
Boogie Down Productions,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Reuben Wilson,
Terry Callier,
The Searchers,
The Electric Prunes,
Arcadia,
Section 25,
Stetsasonic,
Connie Case,
Interpol,
Gil Scott Heron,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Donny Hathaway,
Amazonics,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Crime,
The Motions,
Lightning Bolt,
Q65,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Neil Young,
Davy DMX,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Velvet Underground,
Vladislav Delay,
Terrestrial Tones,
Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments.
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.