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 Lesotho and from Houston.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Yusef Lateef to the disco 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 Outsiders. All the underground hits.
All The Modern Lovers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mighty Diamonds 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 a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monks,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Andrew Hill,
The Flesh Eaters,
Pharoah Sanders,
Bluetip,
Darondo,
Lou Reed,
Kas Product,
Fat Boys,
Marshall Jefferson,
Excepter,
Royal Trux,
Rufus Thomas,
The Barracudas,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Nils Olav,
Gang Gang Dance,
kango's stein massive,
Ituana,
The Misunderstood,
Soul Sonic Force,
Lalo Schifrin,
A Certain Ratio,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Robert Görl,
Tomorrow,
The Selecter,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Dark Day,
Jeru the Damaja,
Harpers Bizarre,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Monks,
Ultra Naté,
The Birthday Party,
Das Ding,
Spoonie Gee,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Arab on Radar,
Duran Duran,
Mars,
Skaos,
The Fugs,
Black Flag,
Lou Christie,
The Black Dice,
Interpol,
Buzzcocks,
The Dave Clark Five,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Lightning Bolt,
The Electric Prunes,
Moss Icon,
Bobby Byrd,
Moby Grape,
Masters at Work,
The Alarm Clocks,
Eve St. Jones,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Dead C,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap.
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.