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 Guyana and from Lyon.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Winnipeg.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the snare 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 The Dirtbombs to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Doors. All the underground hits.
All N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every London Community Gospel Choir 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zero Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boogie Down Productions,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Bob Dylan,
Massinfluence,
Alison Limerick,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sight & Sound,
Tim Buckley,
Chrome,
The Blackbyrds,
The Gladiators,
Amazonics,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Golliwogs,
One Last Wish,
Quadrant,
Morten Harket,
The Stooges,
Kayak,
Ten City,
The Invisible,
U.S. Maple,
Connie Case,
Gang Green,
Altered Images,
The Birthday Party,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Buckinghams,
Q65,
Barry Ungar,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Pretty Things,
MC5,
This Heat,
Moby Grape,
X-102,
Essential Logic,
The Fortunes,
Minor Threat,
Traffic Nightmare,
Main Source,
Deadbeat,
La Düsseldorf,
the Association,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Jeru the Damaja,
Don Cherry,
The Move,
Black Bananas,
The Monks,
Blake Baxter,
Wings,
Flamin' Groovies,
Black Moon,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Gerry Rafferty,
New York Dolls,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
a-ha,
Youth Brigade,
Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson.
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.