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 Mexico and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 Shanghai and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 harpsichord 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 Graham Central Station to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Gregory Isaacs. All the underground hits.
All Rhythim Is Rhythim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantytec record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba 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 linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Circle Jerks,
H. Thieme,
Sparks,
K-Klass,
Erykah Badu,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Joe Finger,
Neu!,
James White and The Blacks,
The Skatalites,
Arab on Radar,
Swell Maps,
Marine Girls,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Associates,
Wolf Eyes,
Blossom Toes,
The Victims,
Icehouse,
Ossler,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Albert Ayler,
Little Man,
Agitation Free,
Moby Grape,
Kool Moe Dee,
David McCallum,
Derrick May,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Fall,
Ituana,
E-Dancer,
Peter & Gordon,
Jacob Miller,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Howard Jones,
The Fuzztones,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Rekid,
Camberwell Now,
Oblivians,
The American Breed,
Wasted Youth,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Scientists,
Sam Rivers,
Stetsasonic,
Roger Hodgson,
Brick,
Mary Jane Girls,
Ralphi Rosario,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
John Foxx,
Interpol,
The Smoke,
The Toasters,
Half Japanese,
Roxy Music,
The Red Krayola,
Y Pants,
The Count Five,
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You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
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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.