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 Latvia and from Manchester.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 F. McDonald to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Mojo Men. All the underground hits.
All Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sam Rivers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nation of Ulysses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Niagra,
Piero Umiliani,
Skriet,
Index,
Wings,
The Invisible,
Yusef Lateef,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Silicon Teens,
The New Christs,
Henry Cow,
Dennis Brown,
Gichy Dan,
Rekid,
Blancmange,
The Misunderstood,
Big Daddy Kane,
Letta Mbulu,
Minor Threat,
Steve Hackett,
Neil Young,
Hot Snakes,
Alison Limerick,
Pulsallama,
Ossler,
Brothers Johnson,
Maurizio,
The Pop Group,
The Vogues,
Rosa Yemen,
Jesper Dahlback,
Easy Going,
Arab on Radar,
Tomorrow,
Sam Rivers,
Rod Modell,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Adolescents,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Terrestrial Tones,
Echospace,
Barry Ungar,
Outsiders,
Fela Kuti,
Sly & The Family Stone,
U.S. Maple,
Byron Stingily,
A Certain Ratio,
Wolf Eyes,
Anthony Braxton,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
L. Decosne,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Flesh Eaters,
Neu!,
Heaven 17,
Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd.
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.