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 Belgium and from Houston.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Lalo Schifrin to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Strawberry Alarm Clock. All the underground hits.
All Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swell Maps record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Holt,
Barry Ungar,
David McCallum,
Nation of Ulysses,
Nick Fraelich,
Quando Quango,
Hashim,
Smog,
Tropical Tobacco,
Rhythm & Sound,
Icehouse,
Sugar Minott,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Searchers,
Blake Baxter,
Public Image Ltd.,
F. McDonald,
Dead Boys,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Gories,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Roxette,
Delon & Dalcan,
Jeru the Damaja,
Matthew Halsall,
Yusef Lateef,
Soulsonic Force,
The United States of America,
The Electric Prunes,
Circle Jerks,
Cal Tjader,
The Happenings,
Dorothy Ashby,
MC5,
Reuben Wilson,
Lindisfarne,
B.T. Express,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Bill Wells,
The Last Poets,
Ice-T,
Carl Craig,
The Vogues,
Stetsasonic,
Michelle Simonal,
Marmalade,
Scott Walker,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Real Kids,
The Misunderstood,
Aswad,
The Sonics,
Alice Coltrane,
Mars,
Man Eating Sloth,
Silicon Teens,
Charles Mingus,
Amon Düül,
Jerry's Kids,
Black Moon,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Monolake,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience.
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.