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 Gambia and from Beijing.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Sixth Finger to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Liliput. All the underground hits.
All T. Rex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Searchers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stetsasonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nico,
the Slits,
Swell Maps,
The Durutti Column,
Procol Harum,
Agent Orange,
Country Teasers,
David Axelrod,
Wolf Eyes,
Loose Ends,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Silicon Teens,
Donny Hathaway,
Eric Dolphy,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Crime,
R.M.O.,
Sun Ra,
Man Parrish,
Tres Demented,
D'Angelo,
Barry Ungar,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Fad Gadget,
Lebanon Hanover,
Young Marble Giants,
The Gap Band,
Jerry's Kids,
The Sonics,
Ossler,
The Monochrome Set,
Unrelated Segments,
The Smoke,
Ituana,
Scientists,
Television Personalities,
Ultimate Spinach,
Boredoms,
The Vogues,
Bluetip,
Eric B and Rakim,
Q65,
Tom Boy,
Gabor Szabo,
Parry Music,
Brick,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
James White and The Blacks,
Guru Guru,
The Barracudas,
Andrew Hill,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Motions,
The Standells,
E-Dancer,
Y Pants,
The Young Rascals,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sarah Menescal,
Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B.
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.