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 Mauritius and from New York.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 linndrum 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 Bobby Sherman to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Trojans. All the underground hits.
All Brothers Johnson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Victims record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alice Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Be Bop Deluxe,
Godley & Creme,
Cameo,
X-102,
Average White Band,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Pantytec,
Traffic Nightmare,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Tim Buckley,
Severed Heads,
Camouflage,
Ludus,
Minnie Riperton,
The Names,
the Normal,
The Gap Band,
Wasted Youth,
Thee Headcoats,
Barbara Tucker,
The Modern Lovers,
In Retrospect,
Sound Behaviour,
Adolescents,
Ten City,
Malaria!,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
the Slits,
Darondo,
Rosa Yemen,
Piero Umiliani,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Suburban Knight,
Little Man,
cv313,
Intrusion,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Saints,
John Holt,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Matthew Bourne,
Sam Rivers,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Funky Four + One,
Marc Almond,
Rhythm & Sound,
Rufus Thomas,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Mr. Review,
Moss Icon,
Gang Starr,
Fear,
The Kinks,
Eve St. Jones,
Sexual Harrassment,
Throbbing Gristle,
Royal Trux,
U.S. Maple,
Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall.
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.