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 East Timor and from Madrid.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 David Bowie 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 Half Japanese to the jazz 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 Aloha Tigers. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maleditus Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Flesh Eaters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba 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?
Bronski Beat,
Nils Olav,
Fear,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
KRS-One,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Section 25,
Delon & Dalcan,
Don Cherry,
Sparks,
Howard Jones,
Kerri Chandler,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Kayak,
The Flesh Eaters,
Black Flag,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Peter and Kerry,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Scrapy,
Robert Hood,
Trumans Water,
Tubeway Army,
Altered Images,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Pole,
Rotary Connection,
Fugazi,
The Moody Blues,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Kinks,
Laurel Aitken,
The Buckinghams,
Blake Baxter,
Davy DMX,
Underground Resistance,
The Doors,
The Motions,
The Fortunes,
Lyres,
The Zeros,
The Count Five,
L. Decosne,
Clear Light,
Zero Boys,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Dual Sessions,
Junior Murvin,
Minutemen,
ABC,
Second Layer,
Moebius,
Big Daddy Kane,
Mr. Review,
The Birthday Party,
Angry Samoans,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
John Lydon,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Scott Walker,
Nirvana,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx.
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.