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 Botswana and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the snare 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 Moleskins to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Dead C. All the underground hits.
All Wally Richardson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Average White Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delta 5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Crooked Eye,
Chris Corsano,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Roxy Music,
Sun City Girls,
Wire,
Outsiders,
The Moleskins,
Cluster,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Victims,
The Fuzztones,
Ituana,
Aloha Tigers,
Patti Smith,
The Gun Club,
Sex Pistols,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Bill Wells,
Tubeway Army,
The Fire Engines,
The American Breed,
Crispy Ambulance,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Todd Rundgren,
Los Fastidios,
Jeff Mills,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Minnie Riperton,
Marcia Griffiths,
kango's stein massive,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Ronan,
Traffic Nightmare,
Moby Grape,
The Detroit Cobras,
Tim Buckley,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Saints,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sunsets and Hearts,
MC5,
The Mummies,
Ice-T,
Rapeman,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sixth Finger,
Crispian St. Peters,
Boogie Down Productions,
Buzzcocks,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Electric Prunes,
Althea and Donna,
Erykah Badu,
Ken Boothe,
Yaz,
Section 25,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Boz Scaggs,
Rotary Connection,
Scion,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band.
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.