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 Chile and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Cal Tjader to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Dead C. All the underground hits.
All Sly & The Family Stone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalann record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rosa Yemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Scratch Acid,
cv313,
Swell Maps,
Interpol,
Derrick Morgan,
The Last Poets,
Mary Jane Girls,
Tres Demented,
Royal Trux,
Wally Richardson,
Laurel Aitken,
Lakeside,
The Tremeloes,
Henry Cow,
Mad Mike,
Popol Vuh,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Vogues,
MC5,
Talk Talk,
Liliput,
Jacques Brel,
Glenn Branca,
Peter & Gordon,
Bobby Womack,
Barry Ungar,
Index,
The Red Krayola,
James White and The Blacks,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Depeche Mode,
Los Fastidios,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Angels of Light,
Mark Hollis,
Loose Ends,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
These Immortal Souls,
China Crisis,
Anthony Braxton,
ABBA,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Audionom,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Erykah Badu,
Black Moon,
Amazonics,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Johnny Osbourne,
Q and Not U,
MDC,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Moebius,
Crispy Ambulance,
The United States of America,
Goldenarms,
Rites of Spring,
Sarah Menescal,
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.