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 Tonga and from Bremen.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Last Poets to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Dorothy Ashby. All the underground hits.
All Radiohead tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dead Boys 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 synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Tremeloes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reuben Wilson,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Dirtbombs,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Can,
Aaron Thompson,
The Gap Band,
Dead Boys,
Young Marble Giants,
MDC,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Black Dice,
Boredoms,
Hoover,
Wings,
Skriet,
The Divine Comedy,
Eddi Front,
Max Romeo,
Curtis Mayfield,
Banda Bassotti,
The Slackers,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Grass Roots,
Jandek,
U.S. Maple,
Aural Exciters,
Groovy Waters,
OOIOO,
Zapp,
Goldenarms,
Peter & Gordon,
The Invisible,
Archie Shepp,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Fuzztones,
Talk Talk,
The Buckinghams,
Yazoo,
Pantaleimon,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Davy DMX,
Erasure,
The Last Poets,
The Zeros,
Reagan Youth,
Eric Dolphy,
Jesper Dahlback,
Dual Sessions,
Don Cherry,
Ronan,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
David Axelrod,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Black Moon,
The Birthday Party,
the Slits,
New York Dolls,
Bobby Womack,
Lalann,
Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron.
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.