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 Burkina and from Mexico City.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Taipei.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Heaven 17 to the grime 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 H. Thieme. All the underground hits.
All Lucky Dragons tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Beau Brummels record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a clarinet and an arpeggiator 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 synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The United States of America,
The Neon Judgement,
Howard Jones,
Black Moon,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Darondo,
R.M.O.,
Rotary Connection,
Faraquet,
The Misunderstood,
The Mojo Men,
New Order,
Black Pus,
Bill Near,
The Black Dice,
The Kinks,
The Cramps,
ABBA,
Terrestrial Tones,
Groovy Waters,
Patti Smith,
Leonard Cohen,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
H. Thieme,
The Alarm Clocks,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Doobie Brothers,
T.S.O.L.,
These Immortal Souls,
John Lydon,
Massinfluence,
One Last Wish,
Marcia Griffiths,
the Germs,
Flamin' Groovies,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Bobby Womack,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Nas,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Seeds,
Barry Ungar,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Warsaw,
Chris Corsano,
The Buckinghams,
Neil Young,
Eddi Front,
Thee Headcoats,
Television,
Tropical Tobacco,
Moby Grape,
Robert Wyatt,
Q and Not U,
Jeff Lynne,
The Techniques,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
ABC,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Saints,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Rapeman,
The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras.
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.