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 Italy and from London.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba 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 Brass Construction 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 Charles Mingus. All the underground hits.
All Mary Jane Girls 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 punk 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 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tears for Fears,
Television,
Sandy B,
The Fuzztones,
Radiohead,
Mr. Review,
Surgeon,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
X-101,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Johnny Clarke,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
10cc,
Nik Kershaw,
Peter & Gordon,
Spandau Ballet,
Sex Pistols,
Dennis Brown,
The Seeds,
Technova,
Marine Girls,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Juan Atkins,
Jerry's Kids,
cv313,
Metal Thangz,
This Heat,
The Music Machine,
Glambeats Corp.,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Blackbyrds,
The Fortunes,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Khruangbin,
The Index,
Yaz,
Blossom Toes,
Heaven 17,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Angels of Light,
Kerrie Biddell,
David Axelrod,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Cameo,
Flash Fearless,
Japan,
Lyres,
Gastr Del Sol,
Joey Negro,
Roger Hodgson,
ABC,
The Smoke,
Oneida,
Sugar Minott,
Pet Shop Boys,
Oblivians,
Eddi Front,
the Sonics,
Soulsonic Force,
Con Funk Shun,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam.
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.