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 Jordan and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the snare 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 Letta Mbulu to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Aural Exciters. All the underground hits.
All Excepter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eddi Front record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 güiro and a rhodes 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 harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Letta Mbulu,
Maurizio,
Delon & Dalcan,
In Retrospect,
Eddi Front,
Jandek,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Simply Red,
Man Parrish,
Marc Almond,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Siglo XX,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Johnny Clarke,
Lalo Schifrin,
Jimmy McGriff,
Radio Birdman,
Jacques Brel,
The Five Americans,
Agent Orange,
Adolescents,
Susan Cadogan,
Fat Boys,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Goldenarms,
Thompson Twins,
The Motions,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Rites of Spring,
Gregory Isaacs,
Ituana,
Harmonia,
Henry Cow,
The Toasters,
Gong,
Duran Duran,
Ultravox,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Icehouse,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Groovy Waters,
The Names,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Bad Manners,
Tres Demented,
The Cramps,
Von Mondo,
Franke,
Al Stewart,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Litter,
Black Bananas,
Neu!,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Martian,
10cc,
Unwound,
Theoretical Girls,
Scott Walker,
Young Marble Giants,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap.
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.