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 Paris.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the 808 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 Alice Coltrane to the grunge 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 In Retrospect. All the underground hits.
All Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog 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 jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Star Department record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sight & Sound,
Ralphi Rosario,
Scratch Acid,
Minutemen,
Rites of Spring,
Panda Bear,
Bizarre Inc.,
Ultra Naté,
Kevin Saunderson,
Urselle,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Shadows of Knight,
In Retrospect,
Lou Christie,
Kurtis Blow,
Aaron Thompson,
Scott Walker,
The Sonics,
Shoche,
Public Enemy,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Nico,
Fad Gadget,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Camouflage,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Ossler,
Slick Rick,
the Germs,
Wings,
Cheater Slicks,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
New York Dolls,
Barclay James Harvest,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Bootsy Collins,
Radiohead,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Mad Mike,
Marine Girls,
Technova,
Sonic Youth,
Talk Talk,
Minnie Riperton,
Subhumans,
Nick Fraelich,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Erasure,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Franke,
Sister Nancy,
The Knickerbockers,
Morten Harket,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Tres Demented,
Wasted Youth,
R.M.O.,
Stockholm Monsters,
Half Japanese,
Cymande,
The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths.
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.