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 Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 sitar 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 New Order 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 Royal Trux. All the underground hits.
All Gastr Del Sol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Big Daddy Kane 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 harpsichord and a marimba 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 organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Junior Murvin,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Zero Boys,
Jerry's Kids,
Infiniti,
Joyce Sims,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Marmalade,
Jawbox,
Nik Kershaw,
Buzzcocks,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Ralphi Rosario,
Ossler,
Flamin' Groovies,
Kerrie Biddell,
Fela Kuti,
Fatback Band,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Residents,
Soft Cell,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Barrington Levy,
Roy Ayers,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Real Kids,
Sixth Finger,
Second Layer,
Suicide,
Soft Machine,
Beasts of Bourbon,
KRS-One,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sugar Minott,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Piero Umiliani,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Blues Magoos,
Sällskapet,
Mantronix,
Siglo XX,
The Kinks,
Black Bananas,
Half Japanese,
Das Ding,
Harry Pussy,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Mary Jane Girls,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Birthday Party,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Evens,
The Modern Lovers,
Intrusion,
Spoonie Gee,
Eurythmics,
Animal Collective,
The Gladiators,
Bizarre Inc.,
Amon Düül,
Henry Cow,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai.
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.