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 Syria and from Tokyo.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Donald Byrd to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 These Immortal Souls. All the underground hits.
All Prince Buster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Major Organ And The Adding Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry's Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June Days,
Rufus Thomas,
Soft Machine,
Bluetip,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Neon Judgement,
Jimmy McGriff,
Supertramp,
Grauzone,
Alice Coltrane,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Fuzztones,
Severed Heads,
The Durutti Column,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Crash Course in Science,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Busters,
Maleditus Sound,
Goldenarms,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
8 Eyed Spy,
Oblivians,
Monolake,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Frankie Knuckles,
Symarip,
Tubeway Army,
Pantytec,
Isaac Hayes,
Bush Tetras,
Black Sheep,
Ultra Naté,
This Heat,
Marmalade,
The Associates,
Underground Resistance,
Hoover,
Scientists,
Lucky Dragons,
Lungfish,
Ronan,
Susan Cadogan,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Mission of Burma,
June of 44,
Banda Bassotti,
The Misunderstood,
Technova,
Pulsallama,
Yellowson,
Scrapy,
Q and Not U,
Neil Young,
Arcadia,
the Human League,
Average White Band,
Camberwell Now,
Mad Mike,
KRS-One,
Man Eating Sloth,
Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage.
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.