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 Nicaragua and from Glasgow.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Toronto.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Gap Band to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Aloha Tigers. All the underground hits.
All Deakin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Hill 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Guru Guru record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sam Rivers,
Lucky Dragons,
Fluxion,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Anthony Braxton,
Rhythm & Sound,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Das Ding,
Monks,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Smoke,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Jeff Lynne,
Niagra,
Vainqueur,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Roger Hodgson,
Bootsy Collins,
Rotary Connection,
The Remains,
Boogie Down Productions,
Reuben Wilson,
The Index,
This Heat,
Basic Channel,
Bill Wells,
The Seeds,
U.S. Maple,
Unrelated Segments,
Fat Boys,
Siglo XX,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Happenings,
Camouflage,
Trumans Water,
Cymande,
Magma,
Sight & Sound,
Freddie Wadling,
Pulsallama,
Shoche,
D'Angelo,
Parry Music,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Skatalites,
Matthew Bourne,
Scrapy,
Delta 5,
The Buckinghams,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Beau Brummels,
Bluetip,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
a-ha,
PIL,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Toasters,
The Real Kids,
MC5,
David McCallum,
The Names,
Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685.
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.