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 Taipei.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 arpeggiator 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 Whodini to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Faust. All the underground hits.
All Jacob Miller tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slave record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sad Lovers and Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Wyatt,
Deepchord,
Drexciya,
Jandek,
JFA,
Jacques Brel,
Sight & Sound,
Eric Copeland,
Hardrive,
Lou Reed,
Don Cherry,
Young Marble Giants,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Fela Kuti,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Arab on Radar,
Depeche Mode,
Popol Vuh,
The Music Machine,
Idris Muhammad,
The Skatalites,
Fatback Band,
Harry Pussy,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Moby Grape,
Zero Boys,
Cal Tjader,
Theoretical Girls,
Smog,
The Count Five,
Roxette,
Brand Nubian,
The Standells,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Derrick Morgan,
Danielle Patucci,
The Fire Engines,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Lalo Schifrin,
Fat Boys,
Bad Manners,
Kool Moe Dee,
EPMD,
Godley & Creme,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Martian,
Moss Icon,
the Human League,
Nik Kershaw,
Television Personalities,
Althea and Donna,
The Pretty Things,
Pole,
Lee Hazlewood,
Flipper,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
the Fania All-Stars,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Slits,
The J.B.'s,
Outsiders,
The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America.
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.