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 Bangladesh and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Delhi.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 The Grass Roots to the rap 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 Quantec. All the underground hits.
All Ken Boothe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brothers Johnson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erykah Badu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Lou Christie,
The Motions,
Pierre Henry,
Underground Resistance,
Eden Ahbez,
Heaven 17,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Lindisfarne,
Ronnie Foster,
The Busters,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Yellowson,
Chrome,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Mandrill,
Faust,
Mad Mike,
Porter Ricks,
Harry Pussy,
Technova,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Mojo Men,
The Modern Lovers,
D'Angelo,
Maurizio,
Tom Boy,
Kas Product,
The Smiths,
Arab on Radar,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Scott Walker,
The Martian,
Joey Negro,
Qualms,
Visage,
Monks,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sex Pistols,
The Slackers,
Zero Boys,
Massinfluence,
The Kinks,
Boredoms,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Neu!,
New York Dolls,
Cal Tjader,
Crash Course in Science,
Delta 5,
Cybotron,
Deepchord,
Henry Cow,
E-Dancer,
Barclay James Harvest,
La Düsseldorf,
Dave Gahan,
The Offenders,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk.
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.