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 Niger and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 marimba 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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme to the rock 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 Roy Ayers. All the underground hits.
All Make Up tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gastr Del Sol record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nico record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ken Boothe,
Isaac Hayes,
Second Layer,
Grandmaster Flash,
Television,
Mary Jane Girls,
Metal Thangz,
Cameo,
Popol Vuh,
The Zeros,
Malaria!,
Grey Daturas,
Ten City,
Flipper,
Fugazi,
Donald Byrd,
FM Einheit,
Barry Ungar,
Drexciya,
Glenn Branca,
The Remains,
Silicon Teens,
Electric Light Orchestra,
T. Rex,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Charles Mingus,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Nik Kershaw,
EPMD,
Bauhaus,
Eric B and Rakim,
Monolake,
Rapeman,
Albert Ayler,
Spoonie Gee,
David McCallum,
The Martian,
Alice Coltrane,
the Swans,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Mr. Review,
Pantaleimon,
Janne Schatter,
Con Funk Shun,
Little Man,
The Saints,
Cecil Taylor,
Trumans Water,
Grauzone,
Sun Ra,
Archie Shepp,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Basic Channel,
Bobby Byrd,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
John Cale,
Anthony Braxton,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Music Machine,
Liliput,
T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L..
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.