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 Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the organ 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 Gang Green to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Hoover. All the underground hits.
All Warsaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lower 48 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sixth Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Style,
Bobby Byrd,
Minor Threat,
Steve Hackett,
Judy Mowatt,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Nirvana,
The Real Kids,
Joey Negro,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Laurel Aitken,
Bobby Sherman,
Mad Mike,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Colin Newman,
Hashim,
The Monks,
The Moleskins,
Max Romeo,
Con Funk Shun,
Subhumans,
Don Cherry,
Gregory Isaacs,
Neil Young,
Ralphi Rosario,
Slave,
Marshall Jefferson,
Public Enemy,
Sugar Minott,
Jacob Miller,
Mark Hollis,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Lebanon Hanover,
Ludus,
The Cramps,
the Swans,
Severed Heads,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Neu!,
Scion,
Popol Vuh,
Scientists,
Organ,
Talk Talk,
Outsiders,
Agitation Free,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Tim Buckley,
Trumans Water,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Easy Going,
Howard Jones,
Magma,
Franke,
Pantaleimon,
Janne Schatter,
Negative Approach,
Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef.
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.