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 Djibouti and from Shanghai.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Lagos.
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 harpsichord 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 Mo-Dettes to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Country Joe & The Fish. All the underground hits.
All Depeche Mode tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gichy Dan 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Negative Approach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABBA,
Nico,
Marc Almond,
KRS-One,
Darondo,
Crispy Ambulance,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
LL Cool J,
Panda Bear,
Ultimate Spinach,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
D'Angelo,
The Walker Brothers,
Malaria!,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
the Human League,
Amon Düül II,
B.T. Express,
Black Sheep,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Yusef Lateef,
The Last Poets,
Gang Starr,
Lungfish,
Index,
Guru Guru,
Patti Smith,
The Moody Blues,
Barry Ungar,
Girls At Our Best!,
Eden Ahbez,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Colin Newman,
John Lydon,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Doobie Brothers,
Crispian St. Peters,
Talk Talk,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Grauzone,
Funky Four + One,
Procol Harum,
Agent Orange,
John Foxx,
Gang Gang Dance,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Stooges,
Sun Ra,
Deadbeat,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Chris Corsano,
Bad Manners,
Porter Ricks,
Quando Quango,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
James White and The Blacks,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Alison Limerick,
Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock.
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.