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 Cuba and from Accra.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 theremin 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 Jeru the Damaja to the jazz 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 Harry Pussy. All the underground hits.
All Main Source tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alice Coltrane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The American Breed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pere Ubu,
Sly & The Family Stone,
B.T. Express,
Black Pus,
Jacob Miller,
World's Most,
Arcadia,
The Cowsills,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Lungfish,
Pole,
Derrick Morgan,
These Immortal Souls,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Agitation Free,
Chris Corsano,
R.M.O.,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Alphaville,
The Alarm Clocks,
Make Up,
The Beau Brummels,
The Move,
Chrome,
Public Enemy,
June Days,
Funky Four + One,
Smog,
Inner City,
Soul II Soul,
The Skatalites,
Popol Vuh,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Rod Modell,
Alice Coltrane,
The Cure,
Faust,
Joyce Sims,
KRS-One,
Ituana,
Harpers Bizarre,
MC5,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Terry Callier,
Ponytail,
Joe Smooth,
Schoolly D,
The Shadows of Knight,
Simply Red,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Toni Rubio,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Agent Orange,
the Human League,
Amazonics,
Technova,
Deadbeat,
Nik Kershaw,
cv313,
Mr. Review,
Sugar Minott,
The Fall,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog.
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.