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 States and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 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 Porter Ricks to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Oneida. All the underground hits.
All The Misunderstood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Metal Thangz 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 snare and a güiro 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?
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Boredoms,
Suicide,
The Sound,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Pet Shop Boys,
Symarip,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Lalo Schifrin,
Darondo,
Scientists,
Kenny Larkin,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Tremeloes,
Amon Düül II,
Eric Dolphy,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Leaves,
UT,
Bronski Beat,
Henry Cow,
Harry Pussy,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Blancmange,
Mr. Review,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Black Dice,
Stockholm Monsters,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Cluster,
Flamin' Groovies,
Tom Boy,
Section 25,
Danielle Patucci,
Lindisfarne,
Bluetip,
Piero Umiliani,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Black Bananas,
Rod Modell,
Anakelly,
Qualms,
Alison Limerick,
The Mummies,
Black Flag,
Shoche,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Jacques Brel,
Rites of Spring,
The Toasters,
Negative Approach,
The Standells,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Procol Harum,
Duran Duran,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Invisible,
Essential Logic,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
a-ha,
the Swans, the Swans, the Swans, the Swans.
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.