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 El Salvador and from Milan.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Max Romeo to the grunge 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 Sam Rivers. All the underground hits.
All Motorama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Godley & Creme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Wyatt,
David Axelrod,
Pantaleimon,
Idris Muhammad,
Guru Guru,
Porter Ricks,
The Fall,
H. Thieme,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Angry Samoans,
Gregory Isaacs,
Boredoms,
Royal Trux,
The Dead C,
Boz Scaggs,
Magma,
Parry Music,
Index,
Urselle,
Minutemen,
Q65,
The Martian,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Electric Prunes,
Unwound,
New Age Steppers,
John Coltrane,
Black Bananas,
The Detroit Cobras,
Byron Stingily,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Tom Boy,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Mojo Men,
Television Personalities,
Ken Boothe,
Sun Ra,
Laurel Aitken,
Slave,
E-Dancer,
Nation of Ulysses,
Donny Hathaway,
Warren Ellis,
Skarface,
Scott Walker,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Maleditus Sound,
Mo-Dettes,
The Human League,
Godley & Creme,
Charles Mingus,
Tubeway Army,
Jerry's Kids,
The Searchers,
Cal Tjader,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Scion,
Circle Jerks,
Faraquet,
The Gladiators,
Japan, Japan, Japan, Japan.
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.