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 Kuwait and from Columbus.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Lindisfarne to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Average White Band. All the underground hits.
All Excepter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
EPMD,
Cameo,
The Sonics,
Circle Jerks,
Pussy Galore,
Fugazi,
the Normal,
Section 25,
Rosa Yemen,
MDC,
James Chance & The Contortions,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Birthday Party,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Gastr Del Sol,
Barclay James Harvest,
Crispian St. Peters,
Altered Images,
James White and The Blacks,
Matthew Bourne,
China Crisis,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Barbara Tucker,
Radio Birdman,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sandy B,
Technova,
The Golliwogs,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Star Department,
Massinfluence,
Excepter,
AZ,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Marvin Gaye,
Roxette,
Brass Construction,
In Retrospect,
Masters at Work,
MC5,
Sugar Minott,
The Buckinghams,
Minnie Riperton,
Soft Machine,
Deepchord,
Television,
Panda Bear,
Gil Scott Heron,
Goldenarms,
Unrelated Segments,
Tears for Fears,
The Dead C,
Boz Scaggs,
B.T. Express,
Harmonia,
Camberwell Now,
Don Cherry,
Subhumans,
Sex Pistols,
Blancmange,
The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans.
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.