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 Monaco and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 48th St. Collective to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Camberwell Now. All the underground hits.
All Trumans Water tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Association record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
China Crisis,
Toni Rubio,
Ten City,
Magma,
Dual Sessions,
Brass Construction,
Sonny Sharrock,
Tomorrow,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Talk Talk,
Maurizio,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Black Pus,
Moby Grape,
Fear,
The Seeds,
Goldenarms,
Icehouse,
Shuggie Otis,
Heaven 17,
Brand Nubian,
The Motions,
Nirvana,
Nation of Ulysses,
Harry Pussy,
Whodini,
Section 25,
The Last Poets,
The Smiths,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
MDC,
Neil Young,
The Golliwogs,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
John Holt,
The Vogues,
Jeff Lynne,
Echospace,
Pantytec,
Country Teasers,
48th St. Collective,
R.M.O.,
Grey Daturas,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Subhumans,
Kayak,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Rod Modell,
Organ,
Sam Rivers,
Joensuu 1685,
Severed Heads,
The Smoke,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Swans,
Ken Boothe,
Isaac Hayes,
Mission of Burma,
Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens.
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.