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 Kuwait and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 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 Louis and Bebe Barron to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Ultravox. All the underground hits.
All Echo & the Bunnymen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gabor Szabo 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a JFA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
It's A Beautiful Day,
The New Christs,
June of 44,
Altered Images,
Simply Red,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Soft Machine,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Robert Wyatt,
The Cure,
Yellowson,
Ituana,
The Moody Blues,
Oneida,
The Cramps,
Graham Central Station,
Minutemen,
Von Mondo,
Saccharine Trust,
Pharoah Sanders,
Anthony Braxton,
Jimmy McGriff,
T. Rex,
Jeru the Damaja,
Los Fastidios,
Radio Birdman,
The Walker Brothers,
Tropical Tobacco,
Babytalk,
Jawbox,
Average White Band,
Pussy Galore,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Deakin,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Monks,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Skriet,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Fall,
The Blackbyrds,
Sarah Menescal,
The Residents,
Half Japanese,
Black Moon,
Tomorrow,
kango's stein massive,
Au Pairs,
Joe Finger,
Guru Guru,
The Black Dice,
Neil Young,
Kevin Saunderson,
Maleditus Sound,
Brass Construction,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Kool Moe Dee,
Livin' Joy,
Spandau Ballet,
Scrapy,
X-102, X-102, X-102, X-102.
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.