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 Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 the Normal to the grime 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 Jawbox. All the underground hits.
All Angels of Light & Akron/Family tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tres Demented record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Certain Ratio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül II,
The Cramps,
Quando Quango,
Eve St. Jones,
Funkadelic,
Mad Mike,
Kerri Chandler,
Audionom,
Gastr Del Sol,
June of 44,
Bobby Sherman,
Anakelly,
The Angels of Light,
Letta Mbulu,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Pop Group,
Depeche Mode,
Stetsasonic,
The Toasters,
Freddie Wadling,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Lebanon Hanover,
Liliput,
Hoover,
Slave,
Echospace,
China Crisis,
Deakin,
Fat Boys,
Jandek,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Lakeside,
The Seeds,
Throbbing Gristle,
Bang On A Can,
The American Breed,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Rapeman,
The Misunderstood,
Khruangbin,
Joe Finger,
Soft Machine,
Shuggie Otis,
Sixth Finger,
Gerry Rafferty,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
U.S. Maple,
Minny Pops,
Gang Starr,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
K-Klass,
Altered Images,
48th St. Collective,
Television Personalities,
Scrapy,
The Sound,
Ronan,
PIL,
Bobby Byrd,
Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless.
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.