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 Czech Republic and from Copenhagen.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Index to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Oblivians. All the underground hits.
All Cecil Taylor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wolf Eyes 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric Copeland record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Freddie Wadling,
Organ,
The Blackbyrds,
The Remains,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Cal Tjader,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Young Rascals,
Subhumans,
The Misunderstood,
Rufus Thomas,
F. McDonald,
Dawn Penn,
Simply Red,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
James White and The Blacks,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Moleskins,
Joensuu 1685,
The Count Five,
Groovy Waters,
the Association,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Model 500,
Hot Snakes,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Second Layer,
the Bar-Kays,
UT,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Dorothy Ashby,
Camberwell Now,
Kerri Chandler,
Angry Samoans,
Tubeway Army,
Cecil Taylor,
Royal Trux,
Letta Mbulu,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Slackers,
Khruangbin,
John Cale,
Throbbing Gristle,
Ohio Players,
Harry Pussy,
Tim Buckley,
The Motions,
The Knickerbockers,
Mad Mike,
Dennis Brown,
The Raincoats,
U.S. Maple,
The Martian,
Faust,
Ice-T,
Lalann,
Man Parrish,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Fela Kuti,
Rhythm & Sound,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel.
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.