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 Armenia and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Niagra. All the underground hits.
All Wasted Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The United States of America record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DNA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fire Engines,
Pussy Galore,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Lalo Schifrin,
Lightning Bolt,
David Axelrod,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Cramps,
June of 44,
Gabor Szabo,
The Searchers,
Dennis Brown,
Scratch Acid,
Simply Red,
Slave,
Siglo XX,
Marc Almond,
Gichy Dan,
Eli Mardock,
Donny Hathaway,
The New Christs,
Robert Görl,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Gang of Four,
Unwound,
Rakim,
Bad Manners,
Moby Grape,
Brass Construction,
kango's stein massive,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Neu!,
The Seeds,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Beasts of Bourbon,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Erasure,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Quando Quango,
Aaron Thompson,
Electric Light Orchestra,
A Certain Ratio,
Oblivians,
Gang Starr,
Deadbeat,
Darondo,
OOIOO,
F. McDonald,
Electric Prunes,
The Trojans,
Kayak,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sound Behaviour,
Rhythm & Sound,
Ken Boothe,
Mantronix,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Invisible,
The Moleskins,
Pagans,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Skriet,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))).
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.