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 Marshall Islands and from Lagos.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago to the disco 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 Drexciya. All the underground hits.
All The Monochrome Set tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fire Engines record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator 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?
Thee Headcoats,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Procol Harum,
The Martian,
Ohio Players,
Sight & Sound,
ABC,
Jacob Miller,
Crooked Eye,
The Dirtbombs,
The United States of America,
Joy Division,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Susan Cadogan,
Nirvana,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Pop Group,
Vainqueur,
June Days,
The Gun Club,
John Coltrane,
Boredoms,
Crime,
Easy Going,
Stockholm Monsters,
Terrestrial Tones,
Erasure,
Roger Hodgson,
Organ,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Niagra,
Metal Thangz,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Trumans Water,
Rakim,
Derrick May,
Stetsasonic,
Joe Finger,
Electric Prunes,
Pantytec,
Main Source,
Harry Pussy,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Monochrome Set,
The Saints,
Josef K,
The Pretty Things,
Minnie Riperton,
The Mummies,
Ituana,
Scratch Acid,
Mo-Dettes,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Zero Boys,
The Evens,
Lyres,
Mission of Burma,
Tropical Tobacco,
Smog,
June of 44,
The Associates, The Associates, The Associates, The Associates.
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.