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 Suriname and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Remains to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam. All the underground hits.
All Oppenheimer Analysis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Happenings record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron 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 chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Main Source,
The Fugs,
Khruangbin,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
X-102,
Robert Hood,
Fela Kuti,
Fad Gadget,
Sixth Finger,
FM Einheit,
Eric Copeland,
Archie Shepp,
Swell Maps,
The Happenings,
Frankie Knuckles,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sound Behaviour,
Bill Wells,
Kerri Chandler,
The Tremeloes,
Bad Manners,
The Electric Prunes,
Oblivians,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Hoover,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Roxette,
Nation of Ulysses,
Tubeway Army,
The Techniques,
Public Enemy,
Max Romeo,
Absolute Body Control,
Essential Logic,
MDC,
Sex Pistols,
Idris Muhammad,
Deakin,
Fear,
the Sonics,
Delon & Dalcan,
Tommy Roe,
Tomorrow,
Franke,
The Grass Roots,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Alice Coltrane,
The Cowsills,
Kool Moe Dee,
Black Flag,
Man Parrish,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Toni Rubio,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Smoke,
The Flesh Eaters,
Cameo,
Cheater Slicks,
Johnny Osbourne,
Guru Guru,
Neil Young,
K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass.
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.