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 Ethiopia and from Mumbai.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Gil Scott Heron to the rock 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 Soft Machine. All the underground hits.
All Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joyce Sims record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sister Nancy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerrie Biddell,
Skriet,
Mark Hollis,
Faraquet,
B.T. Express,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Delon & Dalcan,
cv313,
The Fire Engines,
The Searchers,
Cymande,
The Golliwogs,
The Blues Magoos,
The Last Poets,
T. Rex,
The Seeds,
Lebanon Hanover,
Alice Coltrane,
John Cale,
Newcleus,
PIL,
Panda Bear,
Black Flag,
Gastr Del Sol,
Shuggie Otis,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Gories,
Amon Düül II,
Patti Smith,
Minnie Riperton,
Section 25,
Jandek,
Das Ding,
The Black Dice,
8 Eyed Spy,
OOIOO,
Animal Collective,
Q and Not U,
Eric Dolphy,
Pussy Galore,
Groovy Waters,
Black Moon,
The Cowsills,
Television,
Yusef Lateef,
Trumans Water,
Lower 48,
Godley & Creme,
Eric B and Rakim,
Deadbeat,
Jeff Lynne,
The Vogues,
The Beau Brummels,
Jawbox,
Adolescents,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Soul Sonic Force,
Funkadelic,
The Motions,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Sound,
Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow.
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.