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 Latvia and from Mumbai.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Flash Fearless to the grunge 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 Minor Threat. All the underground hits.
All Letta Mbulu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pole record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker,
The Angels of Light,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Camberwell Now,
Unrelated Segments,
D'Angelo,
The Last Poets,
Lalo Schifrin,
Can,
Brick,
Audionom,
Joyce Sims,
The Techniques,
Marcia Griffiths,
Terry Callier,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Reuben Wilson,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Delon & Dalcan,
Mo-Dettes,
Technova,
Schoolly D,
X-102,
Bush Tetras,
Ronnie Foster,
Nico,
Royal Trux,
Reagan Youth,
Tears for Fears,
H. Thieme,
Icehouse,
Warren Ellis,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Monks,
10cc,
John Holt,
Pet Shop Boys,
Magma,
Boredoms,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Pole,
the Normal,
Ultimate Spinach,
Max Romeo,
Jacob Miller,
Ultravox,
Wire,
T. Rex,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Gang of Four,
Mr. Review,
Public Image Ltd.,
Howard Jones,
The Fuzztones,
The Barracudas,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Public Enemy,
Ralphi Rosario,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band.
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.