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 Tanzania and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 spring reverb 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 Depeche Mode to the jazz 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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap. All the underground hits.
All B.T. Express tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Residents 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer 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 mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echospace,
Glenn Branca,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Eddi Front,
Zero Boys,
The Associates,
Shuggie Otis,
The Seeds,
Dorothy Ashby,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
June of 44,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Joey Negro,
Terrestrial Tones,
Kerrie Biddell,
Lee Hazlewood,
Bill Wells,
Bluetip,
Connie Case,
Pussy Galore,
Derrick May,
Laurel Aitken,
Con Funk Shun,
Hashim,
Dark Day,
The Sound,
Sound Behaviour,
Bill Near,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Offenders,
AZ,
Boz Scaggs,
The Busters,
Motorama,
Leonard Cohen,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Goldenarms,
the Human League,
Neil Young,
The Fire Engines,
La Düsseldorf,
Arthur Verocai,
Danielle Patucci,
Lakeside,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sandy B,
Von Mondo,
Groovy Waters,
R.M.O.,
Gichy Dan,
The Star Department,
Black Moon,
Aswad,
Eve St. Jones,
The Motions,
A Certain Ratio,
The Kinks,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
New Order,
Jacques Brel,
Mark Hollis,
Marc Almond,
Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr.
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.