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 Afghanistan and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in 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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 spring reverb 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 8 Eyed Spy to the funk 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 Barclay James Harvest. All the underground hits.
All B.T. Express tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ajijia Myrayebe 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 rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Saints,
Lalann,
Kenny Larkin,
Robert Wyatt,
Gang of Four,
Minny Pops,
The Index,
Crash Course in Science,
Fifty Foot Hose,
EPMD,
Nation of Ulysses,
Peter and Kerry,
Minnie Riperton,
Agitation Free,
UT,
Susan Cadogan,
Dorothy Ashby,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Velvet Underground,
Dark Day,
Lower 48,
The Dirtbombs,
Urselle,
Can,
Au Pairs,
Lee Hazlewood,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Grey Daturas,
Fela Kuti,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Basic Channel,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Ludus,
The Barracudas,
Pantaleimon,
Moby Grape,
The Gun Club,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
In Retrospect,
Maleditus Sound,
Vainqueur,
Traffic Nightmare,
Crime,
Scientists,
The American Breed,
Brass Construction,
Smog,
Pagans,
John Foxx,
Lindisfarne,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Rekid,
The Divine Comedy,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Barrington Levy,
Stetsasonic,
Prince Buster,
48th St. Collective,
Derrick May,
Minutemen,
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.