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 Tunisia 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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 marimba 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 West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band to the disco 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 Vainqueur. All the underground hits.
All Schoolly D tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Clear Light record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Residents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Last Poets,
Scratch Acid,
Popol Vuh,
Albert Ayler,
The Black Dice,
The Techniques,
The Leaves,
Dark Day,
Fugazi,
The Blues Magoos,
Scion,
Sun City Girls,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Litter,
KRS-One,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Al Stewart,
Man Parrish,
Robert Görl,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Pretty Things,
Sun Ra,
Boogie Down Productions,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
La Düsseldorf,
Stetsasonic,
Nirvana,
Interpol,
Stiv Bators,
Index,
Maleditus Sound,
Aloha Tigers,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
the Association,
Joyce Sims,
Dave Gahan,
Desert Stars,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Eurythmics,
Derrick May,
Second Layer,
Barry Ungar,
Animal Collective,
Barbara Tucker,
Pere Ubu,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Anthony Braxton,
Excepter,
The Evens,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Amon Düül,
Masters at Work,
The Moleskins,
Jeff Mills,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Wire,
The Star Department,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx.
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.