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 Yemen and from Halifax.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Anakelly to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Accadde A. All the underground hits.
All Josef K tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Don Cherry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alton Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Khruangbin,
Black Bananas,
The Fugs,
kango's stein massive,
Adolescents,
The Smoke,
Black Sheep,
Loose Ends,
Minor Threat,
Sällskapet,
Donald Byrd,
Slave,
Ice-T,
In Retrospect,
Lakeside,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Blossom Toes,
Grey Daturas,
Jeff Mills,
Peter & Gordon,
Pylon,
The Count Five,
48th St. Collective,
Barry Ungar,
Pantytec,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Terrestrial Tones,
Qualms,
Trumans Water,
Harry Pussy,
Zero Boys,
Crash Course in Science,
Rakim,
Radiohead,
Suicide,
X-101,
The Fire Engines,
Juan Atkins,
Brand Nubian,
The United States of America,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Simply Red,
Kayak,
Davy DMX,
Henry Cow,
The Fall,
Hot Snakes,
Ossler,
Mary Jane Girls,
Schoolly D,
The Smiths,
Cecil Taylor,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Alton Ellis,
DNA,
Flamin' Groovies,
Mad Mike,
10cc,
Glambeats Corp.,
The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs.
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.