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 Spain and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Lee Hazlewood to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Liaisons Dangereuses. All the underground hits.
All Cecil Taylor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warsaw record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heavy D & The Boyz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
DNA,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Eurythmics,
The Invisible,
Faust,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Camberwell Now,
Sixth Finger,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Hasil Adkins,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Ken Boothe,
Cal Tjader,
DJ Sneak,
The Offenders,
Marcia Griffiths,
kango's stein massive,
Popol Vuh,
Janne Schatter,
Bob Dylan,
Roxy Music,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Lebanon Hanover,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
10cc,
Malaria!,
Sugar Minott,
Lalann,
KRS-One,
Negative Approach,
the Normal,
Saccharine Trust,
Mo-Dettes,
cv313,
The Angels of Light,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Technova,
Morten Harket,
Youth Brigade,
Alison Limerick,
Mary Jane Girls,
Carl Craig,
Minutemen,
Jacques Brel,
The Pretty Things,
Monolake,
Spoonie Gee,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Main Source,
The Stooges,
Essential Logic,
a-ha,
Matthew Bourne,
Pet Shop Boys,
Lyres,
Thee Headcoats,
The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party.
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.