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 Turkmenistan and from Tokyo.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 KRS-One 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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap. All the underground hits.
All Josef K tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lucky Dragons record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 synthesizer and a 808 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 harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nico,
Bill Wells,
Brand Nubian,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Soul II Soul,
the Sonics,
Public Enemy,
Talk Talk,
Pylon,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Raincoats,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sparks,
The Toasters,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
R.M.O.,
Faust,
The Evens,
Massinfluence,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Minnie Riperton,
Derrick May,
Radio Birdman,
Vladislav Delay,
Byron Stingily,
Aural Exciters,
New Age Steppers,
CMW,
The Angels of Light,
Wings,
Minutemen,
The Barracudas,
Suicide,
Junior Murvin,
K-Klass,
Television,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Altered Images,
Lou Christie,
Tears for Fears,
Ultravox,
Erasure,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Glambeats Corp.,
Simply Red,
Sällskapet,
Rites of Spring,
Lyres,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Buckinghams,
Porter Ricks,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Donald Byrd,
Slave,
Alison Limerick,
Sex Pistols,
The Monks,
Japan,
The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers.
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.