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 Eritrea and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and New York.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Gap Band to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Yazoo. All the underground hits.
All Fatback Band 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nils Olav record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
James White and The Blacks,
Shuggie Otis,
The Electric Prunes,
Blossom Toes,
The Moody Blues,
Alice Coltrane,
Sugar Minott,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Modern Lovers,
Q and Not U,
Tim Buckley,
Soulsonic Force,
Stockholm Monsters,
Mission of Burma,
Steve Hackett,
The Standells,
Gregory Isaacs,
Model 500,
Lightning Bolt,
Zapp,
Morten Harket,
The Knickerbockers,
Lucky Dragons,
Theoretical Girls,
The Gladiators,
Nik Kershaw,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Charles Mingus,
Yusef Lateef,
Barrington Levy,
T.S.O.L.,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
World's Most,
Thee Headcoats,
The Toasters,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Invisible,
The American Breed,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Franke,
Josef K,
Tommy Roe,
Henry Cow,
Lee Hazlewood,
FM Einheit,
The Residents,
Dave Gahan,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Das Ding,
48th St. Collective,
Nico,
Camouflage,
Terry Callier,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Marcia Griffiths,
Kurtis Blow,
Kenny Larkin,
Leonard Cohen,
Marine Girls,
Joy Division,
Section 25,
Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe.
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.