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 Sweden and from Tehran.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Houston.
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 sitar 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 Barclay James Harvest to the techno 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 Mad Mike. All the underground hits.
All Kool G Rap & DJ Polo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Motions 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare 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 oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Electric Prunes,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sight & Sound,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sound Behaviour,
Chris Corsano,
The Move,
Second Layer,
Brick,
EPMD,
Y Pants,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Lyres,
Half Japanese,
Amazonics,
The Fuzztones,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Smog,
Nik Kershaw,
Wasted Youth,
X-101,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Radiopuhelimet,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Busters,
Barbara Tucker,
The Doobie Brothers,
Scientists,
The Young Rascals,
Dark Day,
Banda Bassotti,
Mars,
MDC,
Eric B and Rakim,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Whodini,
Outsiders,
Mary Jane Girls,
Siglo XX,
Nirvana,
Monks,
Cluster,
Radio Birdman,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Ken Boothe,
The Durutti Column,
Marshall Jefferson,
Livin' Joy,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Nick Fraelich,
Underground Resistance,
Surgeon,
Kayak,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Derrick Morgan,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Wake, The Wake, The Wake, The Wake.
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.