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 Andorra and from Woodstock.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Roger Hodgson to the punk 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 Groovy Waters. All the underground hits.
All Chrome tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kenny Larkin 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 808 and a 808 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 synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry Gold Smith,
Lalo Schifrin,
Stereo Dub,
Funkadelic,
Von Mondo,
Jawbox,
Scott Walker,
Mars,
The Wake,
Accadde A,
Radiohead,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Nils Olav,
Ice-T,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Barclay James Harvest,
Infiniti,
Excepter,
Ohio Players,
The Dead C,
Dead Boys,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Grass Roots,
Black Bananas,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Don Cherry,
Joensuu 1685,
CMW,
Ralphi Rosario,
Maurizio,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Tremeloes,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Suburban Knight,
Youth Brigade,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Charles Mingus,
Moebius,
Popol Vuh,
Blossom Toes,
Todd Terry,
Henry Cow,
Black Pus,
Barry Ungar,
Eric Dolphy,
Newcleus,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Harry Pussy,
Roger Hodgson,
The Smiths,
John Foxx,
Quadrant,
Brass Construction,
Stiv Bators,
Stockholm Monsters,
Crash Course in Science,
Amon Düül,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One.
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.