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 Romania and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the guitar 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 Brothers Johnson to the punk 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 Inner City. All the underground hits.
All Lungfish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blake Baxter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Hutcherson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soulsonic Force,
D'Angelo,
Groovy Waters,
10cc,
Eric B and Rakim,
Panda Bear,
The Sonics,
The Dirtbombs,
Roxette,
Marshall Jefferson,
Alison Limerick,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Music Machine,
June Days,
Thompson Twins,
The Sound,
Absolute Body Control,
Barry Ungar,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Cramps,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Rosa Yemen,
Max Romeo,
Rakim,
Main Source,
Pole,
The Red Krayola,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Radiohead,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Symarip,
Bizarre Inc.,
the Normal,
Hoover,
Eurythmics,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Intrusion,
Byron Stingily,
Johnny Clarke,
These Immortal Souls,
Liliput,
Hot Snakes,
Moss Icon,
Jesper Dahlback,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Scott Walker,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Surgeon,
The Doobie Brothers,
Dawn Penn,
The Standells,
Gang Green,
Barbara Tucker,
The Knickerbockers,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Vainqueur,
Tim Buckley,
Visage,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap.
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.