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 Cambodia and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 oboe 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 Barrington Levy to the rock 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 Pagans. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lower 48 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scan 7 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Order,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Symarip,
Underground Resistance,
Thee Headcoats,
Joe Finger,
The Slits,
Roxette,
Average White Band,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sarah Menescal,
the Association,
The Blackbyrds,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Livin' Joy,
Bush Tetras,
Hoover,
Tim Buckley,
The Barracudas,
Grey Daturas,
The Martian,
Peter & Gordon,
Monolake,
The Vogues,
The Motions,
Jesper Dahlback,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Crooked Eye,
Sonny Sharrock,
London Community Gospel Choir,
KRS-One,
The Remains,
DNA,
The Shadows of Knight,
John Foxx,
The Knickerbockers,
Funkadelic,
Pylon,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Lungfish,
Sällskapet,
Eric Dolphy,
The Last Poets,
Ultra Naté,
Piero Umiliani,
Crispy Ambulance,
Dual Sessions,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Hot Snakes,
These Immortal Souls,
Stetsasonic,
Mantronix,
Heaven 17,
Darondo,
Sex Pistols,
Q and Not U,
PIL,
Peter and Kerry,
Chris & Cosey,
Infiniti,
The Toasters,
Joe Smooth,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain.
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.