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 Lebanon and from Stockholm.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 808 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 Wally Richardson to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Lee Hazlewood. All the underground hits.
All a-ha tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Kinks 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sugar Minott record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
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,
Niagra,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Young Rascals,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Zapp,
Marshall Jefferson,
Reuben Wilson,
Cameo,
Sex Pistols,
Oneida,
Faraquet,
Rotary Connection,
Derrick Morgan,
Organ,
cv313,
Pussy Galore,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Jacques Brel,
The Motions,
Tres Demented,
Ituana,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Chris Corsano,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Susan Cadogan,
U.S. Maple,
Sexual Harrassment,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Blake Baxter,
48th St. Collective,
Lee Hazlewood,
Johnny Osbourne,
Nico,
Lungfish,
Bauhaus,
Echospace,
Bobby Byrd,
Frankie Knuckles,
Flamin' Groovies,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Don Cherry,
Rites of Spring,
Josef K,
Severed Heads,
Chris & Cosey,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Nick Fraelich,
Fatback Band,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Dark Day,
Albert Ayler,
Index,
Pharoah Sanders,
Negative Approach,
Alphaville,
Minutemen,
EPMD,
Johnny Clarke,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
the Human League,
Tears for Fears,
Make Up, Make Up, Make Up, Make Up.
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.