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 Nepal and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Don Cherry to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cameo 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 an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stiv Bators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tubeway Army,
The Count Five,
The Knickerbockers,
Stetsasonic,
Brothers Johnson,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sonic Youth,
Average White Band,
Minutemen,
Kaleidoscope,
R.M.O.,
Goldenarms,
The Skatalites,
the Human League,
Soul Sonic Force,
Nico,
The Evens,
Harry Pussy,
Smog,
Don Cherry,
Frankie Knuckles,
Boogie Down Productions,
the Sonics,
Bluetip,
Janne Schatter,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Johnny Osbourne,
Thompson Twins,
The Kinks,
Severed Heads,
David Bowie,
Bill Near,
Ultra Naté,
10cc,
Deepchord,
The Blackbyrds,
Juan Atkins,
Sight & Sound,
Camberwell Now,
Deadbeat,
Electric Prunes,
Peter & Gordon,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Unwound,
Anthony Braxton,
Grey Daturas,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Misunderstood,
Pet Shop Boys,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Nas,
Eve St. Jones,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Associates,
Ituana,
Roy Ayers,
The Litter,
Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan.
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.