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 Grenada and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Manchester.
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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
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 Yusef Lateef to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Don Cherry. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crash Course in Science record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a In Retrospect record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heaven 17,
Sly & The Family Stone,
PIL,
The Buckinghams,
The Beau Brummels,
Newcleus,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Monks,
The Seeds,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Pagans,
David McCallum,
Stetsasonic,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Radiopuhelimet,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Magazine,
Radiohead,
In Retrospect,
Neil Young,
The Trojans,
The Golliwogs,
Arthur Verocai,
Lungfish,
Neu!,
Stockholm Monsters,
Moss Icon,
Kool Moe Dee,
Ossler,
Peter and Kerry,
Pharoah Sanders,
Tim Buckley,
The American Breed,
Severed Heads,
Mandrill,
Letta Mbulu,
Kerrie Biddell,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
D'Angelo,
Can,
Rufus Thomas,
DJ Sneak,
Livin' Joy,
Arab on Radar,
The Gun Club,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Fortunes,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Alarm Clocks,
Alphaville,
Steve Hackett,
The Fuzztones,
Drexciya,
Mantronix,
Erykah Badu,
Prince Buster,
Animal Collective,
Carl Craig,
Slick Rick,
Bill Near,
Sarah Menescal,
Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp.
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.