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 Georgia and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 rhodes 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 Leonard Cohen to the punk 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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo. All the underground hits.
All Franke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The American Breed record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum 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 guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Deadbeat,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Slick Rick,
Alphaville,
ABC,
Au Pairs,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Black Moon,
Robert Wyatt,
Boredoms,
Scion,
Alison Limerick,
Royal Trux,
The Moleskins,
Black Sheep,
Johnny Clarke,
Organ,
Bluetip,
New York Dolls,
Andrew Hill,
Procol Harum,
Blake Baxter,
Tommy Roe,
Marshall Jefferson,
Liliput,
Zero Boys,
Eddi Front,
Can,
DJ Sneak,
Carl Craig,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
David Bowie,
Spoonie Gee,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Siglo XX,
Lee Hazlewood,
Roxette,
Michelle Simonal,
Saccharine Trust,
Sun Ra,
Janne Schatter,
The Slackers,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Isaac Hayes,
Traffic Nightmare,
Delta 5,
Cluster,
The Velvet Underground,
F. McDonald,
Altered Images,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Ornette Coleman,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Archie Shepp,
Barbara Tucker,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
T.S.O.L.,
Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth.
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.