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 Kenya and from Portland.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Saints to the rap 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 Kings Of Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All The Flesh Eaters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jandek record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joyce Sims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Connie Case,
Suicide,
Bush Tetras,
The Litter,
Maleditus Sound,
Todd Rundgren,
Yazoo,
The Music Machine,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Motions,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Gichy Dan,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Gap Band,
The Cowsills,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Skatalites,
Shuggie Otis,
Josef K,
Deepchord,
Inner City,
Bluetip,
Q and Not U,
D'Angelo,
Deakin,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
AZ,
The Beau Brummels,
Lee Hazlewood,
Wasted Youth,
James White and The Blacks,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Bobby Sherman,
The Doors,
The Black Dice,
Jerry's Kids,
The Wake,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Walker Brothers,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Grass Roots,
U.S. Maple,
Warren Ellis,
Fat Boys,
Stereo Dub,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Talk Talk,
Peter & Gordon,
Leonard Cohen,
Chrome,
Quadrant,
the Fania All-Stars,
Bill Wells,
Graham Central Station,
Kool Moe Dee,
8 Eyed Spy,
Hardrive,
Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis.
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.