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 Angola and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Althea and Donna to the funk 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 Soul II Soul. All the underground hits.
All The Motions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mr. Review 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tropical Tobacco record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eyeless In Gaza,
Jacob Miller,
Prince Buster,
The Human League,
Lucky Dragons,
The Mummies,
LL Cool J,
Todd Terry,
Sound Behaviour,
Juan Atkins,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Talk Talk,
Lou Reed,
Metal Thangz,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Jesper Dahlback,
Panda Bear,
Camouflage,
Oblivians,
Symarip,
Skriet,
Wasted Youth,
The J.B.'s,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Iggy Pop,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Joe Smooth,
The Mojo Men,
Cheater Slicks,
The Count Five,
Siglo XX,
Spoonie Gee,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Faust,
The Standells,
A Certain Ratio,
Q and Not U,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Knickerbockers,
Charles Mingus,
Lebanon Hanover,
Godley & Creme,
48th St. Collective,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Cluster,
the Germs,
Soulsonic Force,
Chris Corsano,
Black Moon,
Swans,
Ice-T,
Theoretical Girls,
The Fugs,
Eric Copeland,
Sonic Youth,
Cybotron,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Eric B and Rakim,
Roger Hodgson,
Girls At Our Best!,
Tommy Roe,
AZ, AZ, AZ, AZ.
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.