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 United Kingdom and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 güiro 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 48th St. Collective to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Slave. All the underground hits.
All Bush Tetras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ajijia Myrayebe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mojo Men record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Move,
Barclay James Harvest,
Trumans Water,
Rhythm & Sound,
Radiopuhelimet,
Ten City,
Pussy Galore,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Barbara Tucker,
The Sound,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Dawn Penn,
Aural Exciters,
Magazine,
T.S.O.L.,
Nation of Ulysses,
X-Ray Spex,
The Saints,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Joey Negro,
Jesper Dahlback,
Tom Boy,
ABBA,
Donny Hathaway,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Brand Nubian,
The Vogues,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Little Man,
Mary Jane Girls,
Con Funk Shun,
Soft Machine,
Rosa Yemen,
Main Source,
Flamin' Groovies,
Los Fastidios,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
the Association,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Chrome,
Fear,
The Trojans,
Black Bananas,
John Lydon,
Animal Collective,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Arcadia,
Fat Boys,
Deakin,
The Monochrome Set,
Make Up,
Letta Mbulu,
Theoretical Girls,
Eden Ahbez,
Peter & Gordon,
Dennis Brown,
Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments.
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.