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 Slovenia and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines to the funk 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 Echo & the Bunnymen. All the underground hits.
All Ultra Naté tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T.S.O.L. 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ohio Players record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wasted Youth,
Eric Dolphy,
Peter and Kerry,
Grandmaster Flash,
Ornette Coleman,
Quantec,
Nas,
Livin' Joy,
Black Flag,
Black Bananas,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Crispian St. Peters,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Faraquet,
Popol Vuh,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Grey Daturas,
The Litter,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Aswad,
The Stooges,
Dorothy Ashby,
Franke,
Deakin,
Soft Machine,
Alphaville,
The Angels of Light,
Don Cherry,
Cheater Slicks,
Country Teasers,
ABBA,
Crash Course in Science,
The Pop Group,
the Association,
Susan Cadogan,
Bluetip,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Gil Scott Heron,
Archie Shepp,
Robert Hood,
Section 25,
Terry Callier,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Saints,
The Detroit Cobras,
Joe Smooth,
Avey Tare,
Girls At Our Best!,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Gregory Isaacs,
Young Marble Giants,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Blackbyrds,
Boogie Down Productions,
Crispy Ambulance,
Anthony Braxton,
Sugar Minott,
The Fugs,
Steve Hackett,
Harmonia,
Shuggie Otis,
Model 500,
Wings,
Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music.
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.