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 Panama and from Delhi.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Barbara Tucker to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Clear Light. All the underground hits.
All Ohio Players tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chrome 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The New Christs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Drexciya,
Reagan Youth,
Howard Jones,
Model 500,
Excepter,
Audionom,
The Sound,
The Dead C,
The Sonics,
Lyres,
Marcia Griffiths,
Intrusion,
the Slits,
Matthew Bourne,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Johnny Osbourne,
Pantaleimon,
Procol Harum,
the Germs,
Gang Starr,
Brand Nubian,
The Divine Comedy,
Accadde A,
Pierre Henry,
Visage,
Radiohead,
Wolf Eyes,
Throbbing Gristle,
Jeff Mills,
Mandrill,
Archie Shepp,
Tim Buckley,
The American Breed,
The Moody Blues,
Eddi Front,
Mars,
Soul II Soul,
Crime,
The Tremeloes,
The Standells,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Wings,
The Happenings,
Robert Hood,
Jesper Dahlback,
Vainqueur,
cv313,
Metal Thangz,
Darondo,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
the Sonics,
Kerri Chandler,
Duran Duran,
Unwound,
Japan,
LL Cool J,
Pharoah Sanders,
Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free.
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.