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 Dominican Republic 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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
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 Scratch Acid to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Roy Ayers. All the underground hits.
All Flipper tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lyres record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Birthday Party record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masters at Work,
Fat Boys,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Parry Music,
Blossom Toes,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Pulsallama,
Kenny Larkin,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Kurtis Blow,
8 Eyed Spy,
Boz Scaggs,
John Cale,
The Pretty Things,
Sällskapet,
Darondo,
The Techniques,
Index,
The Doors,
Groovy Waters,
The Moleskins,
Black Pus,
These Immortal Souls,
The Gun Club,
Slave,
John Coltrane,
Moss Icon,
Hasil Adkins,
Little Man,
K-Klass,
Marc Almond,
Todd Terry,
Bobby Byrd,
Easy Going,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
EPMD,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Kerrie Biddell,
the Bar-Kays,
Alphaville,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Tremeloes,
Patti Smith,
Bush Tetras,
Bad Manners,
Soft Cell,
Eric Copeland,
Clear Light,
The Music Machine,
Aloha Tigers,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Fall,
PIL,
Jeff Lynne,
The Smiths,
Make Up,
Agent Orange,
Letta Mbulu,
Cybotron,
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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.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.