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 East Timor and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the guitar 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 Man Parrish 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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282. All the underground hits.
All The Martian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Second Layer record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a KRS-One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Iggy Pop,
Juan Atkins,
Slave,
Derrick Morgan,
Harpers Bizarre,
Hot Snakes,
Minny Pops,
Sight & Sound,
Aswad,
Archie Shepp,
Moebius,
Magma,
The Electric Prunes,
Pierre Henry,
Urselle,
Jeru the Damaja,
Swans,
Bobby Hutcherson,
10cc,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Cure,
David Bowie,
Shuggie Otis,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Gap Band,
Sällskapet,
Radio Birdman,
Smog,
Easy Going,
Moss Icon,
The Doors,
The Neon Judgement,
Ornette Coleman,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Saccharine Trust,
Mark Hollis,
Minor Threat,
Hoover,
Michelle Simonal,
Gong,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Kerri Chandler,
Echospace,
Parry Music,
Pulsallama,
Wally Richardson,
Dave Gahan,
Bobby Sherman,
Crooked Eye,
F. McDonald,
Ronan,
Con Funk Shun,
Joe Smooth,
Theoretical Girls,
Khruangbin,
Scan 7,
Lindisfarne,
China Crisis,
Gregory Isaacs,
Drive Like Jehu,
Marc Almond,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth.
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.