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 Hungary and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 Philadelphia and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Electric Prunes to the grunge 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 Robert Wyatt. All the underground hits.
All Prince Buster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agent Orange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Niagra,
Tom Boy,
Groovy Waters,
Spoonie Gee,
Nils Olav,
Warren Ellis,
X-Ray Spex,
Tears for Fears,
Joe Finger,
Ohio Players,
David McCallum,
Oneida,
Animal Collective,
MDC,
Althea and Donna,
Judy Mowatt,
The Offenders,
The Dirtbombs,
Porter Ricks,
Television,
Graham Central Station,
Marine Girls,
Rufus Thomas,
Procol Harum,
Dawn Penn,
Pharoah Sanders,
Marcia Griffiths,
Skriet,
Intrusion,
Panda Bear,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
David Axelrod,
Banda Bassotti,
Aloha Tigers,
Aural Exciters,
Black Sheep,
Scratch Acid,
Sex Pistols,
Con Funk Shun,
Chris & Cosey,
John Cale,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Gap Band,
Robert Wyatt,
Grauzone,
London Community Gospel Choir,
KRS-One,
Public Enemy,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Doors,
Main Source,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Johnny Osbourne,
AZ,
Dual Sessions,
The Cure,
Audionom,
Crooked Eye,
Kevin Saunderson,
Lucky Dragons,
Joensuu 1685,
Gong, Gong, Gong, Gong.
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.