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 El Salvador and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 808 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 Masters at Work to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Saccharine Trust. All the underground hits.
All Tropical Tobacco tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terrestrial Tones 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terrestrial Tones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sällskapet,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Marshall Jefferson,
Radiopuhelimet,
Todd Terry,
Minnie Riperton,
Mandrill,
The Sonics,
Kool Moe Dee,
Bootsy Collins,
Jeru the Damaja,
Gang Green,
The Monks,
Icehouse,
John Coltrane,
Royal Trux,
Rakim,
K-Klass,
The Mummies,
Rites of Spring,
Sugar Minott,
Quantec,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Cecil Taylor,
David Axelrod,
Agent Orange,
T. Rex,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Terry Callier,
Gang Starr,
Boz Scaggs,
Essential Logic,
The Victims,
Isaac Hayes,
Pylon,
Lakeside,
Sight & Sound,
Liliput,
EPMD,
Chrome,
Dual Sessions,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Peter & Gordon,
Country Teasers,
Severed Heads,
Das Ding,
Nas,
Los Fastidios,
World's Most,
Trumans Water,
The Motions,
The Birthday Party,
T.S.O.L.,
Glenn Branca,
Pussy Galore,
Colin Newman,
Deepchord,
Pulsallama,
Moby Grape,
Tubeway Army,
Tomorrow,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud.
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.