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 Cambodia and from Bremen.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity to the crunk 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 Todd Terry. All the underground hits.
All Sexual Harrassment tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bob Dylan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer 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 snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Alison Limerick,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
This Heat,
Andrew Hill,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Unrelated Segments,
ABBA,
Idris Muhammad,
Ice-T,
Alice Coltrane,
Main Source,
Quando Quango,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Suburban Knight,
Malaria!,
Visage,
The Knickerbockers,
Rufus Thomas,
One Last Wish,
Blake Baxter,
Cameo,
Black Moon,
Marine Girls,
Maleditus Sound,
Boogie Down Productions,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Pole,
Eric Copeland,
The Move,
Technova,
Donny Hathaway,
Isaac Hayes,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Count Five,
Neil Young,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Nik Kershaw,
Steve Hackett,
Joe Finger,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Junior Murvin,
Subhumans,
Excepter,
Vladislav Delay,
Organ,
Fatback Band,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
MDC,
Barrington Levy,
Roxette,
La Düsseldorf,
Gastr Del Sol,
cv313,
The Sonics,
Gerry Rafferty,
Basic Channel,
Darondo,
Bluetip,
Lalann,
The Sound,
Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope.
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.