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 Australia and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 Tokyo and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Ultra Naté to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Victims. All the underground hits.
All The Golliwogs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funkadelic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro 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 clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moss Icon,
Slick Rick,
Mandrill,
Boogie Down Productions,
Anakelly,
Ohio Players,
Boz Scaggs,
These Immortal Souls,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Darondo,
Bill Wells,
Magma,
One Last Wish,
Skaos,
Jeru the Damaja,
Peter and Kerry,
Wally Richardson,
Gang Green,
Danielle Patucci,
Terry Callier,
The Buckinghams,
R.M.O.,
Banda Bassotti,
Roxette,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Stockholm Monsters,
Echospace,
the Association,
Masters at Work,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Idris Muhammad,
Urselle,
Bootsy Collins,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Das Ding,
Black Bananas,
KRS-One,
Crooked Eye,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
A Certain Ratio,
Lakeside,
The Real Kids,
Monolake,
T. Rex,
Aloha Tigers,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Zeros,
Mark Hollis,
Aswad,
Half Japanese,
Popol Vuh,
Pierre Henry,
Steve Hackett,
Jacob Miller,
Eli Mardock,
Little Man,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Severed Heads,
Model 500,
John Holt,
The Move,
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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.