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 Barbados and from Philadelphia.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 The J.B.'s to the rock 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 Kas Product. All the underground hits.
All The Dead C tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suburban Knight 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Jesus and Mary Chain record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Evens,
Barclay James Harvest,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Man Parrish,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
New Order,
Lee Hazlewood,
Tubeway Army,
Lucky Dragons,
Lou Reed,
Patti Smith,
Agent Orange,
Gil Scott Heron,
Stetsasonic,
Shuggie Otis,
Wolf Eyes,
X-Ray Spex,
Bad Manners,
Skriet,
Hot Snakes,
Bobby Byrd,
Barrington Levy,
Kaleidoscope,
Rakim,
Reagan Youth,
World's Most,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Alice Coltrane,
Black Bananas,
Newcleus,
JFA,
Rapeman,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Crooked Eye,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Q65,
The Fuzztones,
Stiv Bators,
Erykah Badu,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Bluetip,
The Knickerbockers,
The Real Kids,
Nico,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Angels of Light,
E-Dancer,
ABC,
Harry Pussy,
Lalann,
Jeff Lynne,
Oneida,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Ten City,
Bob Dylan,
The Blackbyrds,
L. Decosne,
June of 44,
The Velvet Underground,
Pantaleimon,
One Last Wish,
Index,
The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites.
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.