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 Malaysia and from Seoul.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 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 Terrestrial Tones to the jazz 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 Mad Mike. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Circle Jerks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator 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 an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slits,
Chrome,
Royal Trux,
The Gladiators,
Unrelated Segments,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Eden Ahbez,
Roxette,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Barclay James Harvest,
Ultra Naté,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Reagan Youth,
Grauzone,
Leonard Cohen,
Thompson Twins,
Cheater Slicks,
Donald Byrd,
Soft Machine,
Don Cherry,
Lebanon Hanover,
Essential Logic,
Urselle,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Loose Ends,
David McCallum,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Eddi Front,
Nation of Ulysses,
Matthew Bourne,
Bobby Womack,
Kerrie Biddell,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Buckinghams,
The Gories,
Slick Rick,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Siglo XX,
Nick Fraelich,
The Fire Engines,
The Cramps,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Pussy Galore,
June Days,
The Gun Club,
Funkadelic,
The Mojo Men,
Altered Images,
Bobby Sherman,
Jeff Mills,
Lindisfarne,
Radiopuhelimet,
Tropical Tobacco,
Silicon Teens,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Eric Copeland,
Soul Sonic Force,
Motorama,
Fatback Band,
The Busters,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One.
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.