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 Namibia and from Lagos.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 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 X-Ray Spex to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 John Holt. All the underground hits.
All Kurtis Blow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Newcleus 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 spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Dolphy,
Metal Thangz,
Sällskapet,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Lucky Dragons,
8 Eyed Spy,
Index,
Soul II Soul,
Man Parrish,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Cybotron,
Kaleidoscope,
Barclay James Harvest,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Judy Mowatt,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sister Nancy,
Rufus Thomas,
Drexciya,
Henry Cow,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
cv313,
Interpol,
DJ Sneak,
The Real Kids,
Rapeman,
Iggy Pop,
Nils Olav,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Charles Mingus,
The Alarm Clocks,
Anthony Braxton,
The Barracudas,
The Detroit Cobras,
Mandrill,
Liliput,
Wasted Youth,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Boredoms,
Lower 48,
Ultra Naté,
MDC,
The Young Rascals,
The Fuzztones,
Yaz,
Black Moon,
Pole,
Slick Rick,
The Fall,
The Skatalites,
The Trojans,
Procol Harum,
Marvin Gaye,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Golliwogs,
Lalo Schifrin,
Quando Quango,
Maleditus Sound,
Matthew Halsall,
Ludus,
B.T. Express,
Laurel Aitken,
The Gladiators,
Piero Umiliani,
JFA, JFA, JFA, JFA.
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.