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 Niger and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the güiro 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 The Smoke to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Robert Görl. All the underground hits.
All Royal Trux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barrington Levy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Don Cherry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Junior Murvin,
Mr. Review,
Robert Hood,
Traffic Nightmare,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sex Pistols,
Eli Mardock,
John Cale,
Alton Ellis,
Aaron Thompson,
Black Flag,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sound Behaviour,
Ornette Coleman,
Tubeway Army,
Bill Wells,
Anthony Braxton,
Camouflage,
Swell Maps,
Albert Ayler,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Johnny Clarke,
Crash Course in Science,
Idris Muhammad,
Little Man,
Zapp,
Frankie Knuckles,
Eric Copeland,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
the Human League,
Sam Rivers,
Grandmaster Flash,
Outsiders,
Sight & Sound,
Davy DMX,
Black Moon,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Masters at Work,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Grey Daturas,
Joy Division,
The Standells,
T.S.O.L.,
Peter & Gordon,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Mission of Burma,
Soft Machine,
Groovy Waters,
The Move,
Underground Resistance,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Panda Bear,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Wolf Eyes,
Siglo XX,
The Young Rascals,
Simply Red,
Bob Dylan,
Fear,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Crooked Eye,
Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson.
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.