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 Panama and from Bologna.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Hong Kong.
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 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 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 Gang Gang Dance to the grunge 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 Lyres. All the underground hits.
All Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a D'Angelo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Loose Ends,
Sixth Finger,
Scrapy,
Amazonics,
Nik Kershaw,
Crash Course in Science,
Nirvana,
Sound Behaviour,
a-ha,
PIL,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Average White Band,
kango's stein massive,
Curtis Mayfield,
Aswad,
Eden Ahbez,
Das Ding,
Lightning Bolt,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Vainqueur,
Slave,
Visage,
Sonic Youth,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Knickerbockers,
Unrelated Segments,
Bang On A Can,
Scientists,
Cymande,
Letta Mbulu,
Erykah Badu,
K-Klass,
The Cure,
Siglo XX,
Harmonia,
The Techniques,
Quadrant,
Joe Smooth,
the Swans,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Duran Duran,
Lungfish,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Babytalk,
The Fuzztones,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Deakin,
Pantaleimon,
Wings,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Brick,
Model 500,
La Düsseldorf,
Basic Channel,
Vladislav Delay,
Stockholm Monsters,
Skriet,
Boredoms,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap.
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.