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 Montenegro and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the marimba 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 The Last Poets to the jazz 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 The Misunderstood. All the underground hits.
All Connie Case tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Golliwogs 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron 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 organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Enemy,
Lindisfarne,
Kool Moe Dee,
Andrew Hill,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Human League,
Glenn Branca,
Fat Boys,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The American Breed,
Idris Muhammad,
Thee Headcoats,
The Skatalites,
Barry Ungar,
Lucky Dragons,
Minor Threat,
The Knickerbockers,
Youth Brigade,
Essential Logic,
KRS-One,
Talk Talk,
Arthur Verocai,
The Monks,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Robert Hood,
Wally Richardson,
Jeru the Damaja,
Rites of Spring,
Hoover,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Al Stewart,
Ultimate Spinach,
Ice-T,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Jawbox,
a-ha,
New York Dolls,
Rhythm & Sound,
Lightning Bolt,
Motorama,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Angry Samoans,
The Detroit Cobras,
the Sonics,
James White and The Blacks,
Average White Band,
Tommy Roe,
The Remains,
JFA,
Faraquet,
Malaria!,
Sixth Finger,
the Association,
Warren Ellis,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Grauzone,
David Axelrod,
The Leaves,
The Mojo Men,
Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics.
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.