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 Kenya and from Calgary.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Dennis Brown to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Eric Dolphy. All the underground hits.
All The Cramps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Junior Murvin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moss Icon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reuben Wilson,
UT,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Neil Young,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Arthur Verocai,
Aswad,
Barry Ungar,
8 Eyed Spy,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Monks,
Don Cherry,
Crispian St. Peters,
Howard Jones,
Mission of Burma,
Grey Daturas,
Maurizio,
New York Dolls,
Black Sheep,
EPMD,
Slick Rick,
Thompson Twins,
The Dirtbombs,
Cybotron,
Fluxion,
X-Ray Spex,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Modern Lovers,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Nas,
Soulsonic Force,
the Normal,
Soul II Soul,
Mr. Review,
Soft Cell,
The Cure,
The Trojans,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Fat Boys,
Circle Jerks,
Rosa Yemen,
The Star Department,
Con Funk Shun,
Barbara Tucker,
The Black Dice,
Stiv Bators,
Fear,
Johnny Clarke,
Easy Going,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Lightning Bolt,
The Flesh Eaters,
Scratch Acid,
Connie Case,
Rites of Spring,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Victims,
Bill Near,
U.S. Maple,
X-101, X-101, X-101, X-101.
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.