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 Senegal and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the güiro 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 Barclay James Harvest 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 Selector Dub Narcotic. All the underground hits.
All Kerri Chandler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Five Americans 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Image Ltd. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Osbourne,
Roy Ayers,
Interpol,
Amazonics,
In Retrospect,
Matthew Bourne,
Erasure,
Jandek,
Cecil Taylor,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Slick Rick,
The Divine Comedy,
Bootsy Collins,
Ituana,
Arab on Radar,
Dorothy Ashby,
Joey Negro,
Kenny Larkin,
Fat Boys,
Max Romeo,
Sound Behaviour,
Ten City,
Rotary Connection,
Khruangbin,
The Grass Roots,
Yusef Lateef,
Bill Wells,
The Gladiators,
Newcleus,
Inner City,
Danielle Patucci,
Ken Boothe,
Throbbing Gristle,
Eric B and Rakim,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Junior Murvin,
Wally Richardson,
Mary Jane Girls,
Curtis Mayfield,
Iggy Pop,
Clear Light,
Section 25,
Marine Girls,
Organ,
Rod Modell,
The Sound,
Bush Tetras,
Pulsallama,
New Age Steppers,
Crash Course in Science,
Johnny Clarke,
Public Enemy,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Goldenarms,
Swans,
Y Pants,
Gabor Szabo,
Yellowson,
Sam Rivers,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Absolute Body Control,
H. Thieme,
John Coltrane,
U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple.
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.