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 Gabon and from Accra.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 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 Strawberry Alarm Clock to the grunge 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 Lonnie Liston Smith. All the underground hits.
All Grey Daturas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hardrive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a One Last Wish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doobie Brothers,
LL Cool J,
Roy Ayers,
Junior Murvin,
Procol Harum,
The Fall,
Johnny Clarke,
Von Mondo,
Joey Negro,
Todd Terry,
Yusef Lateef,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Oblivians,
Bill Near,
Young Marble Giants,
Television,
Spoonie Gee,
Charles Mingus,
The Cramps,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Neil Young,
Sarah Menescal,
Cal Tjader,
Minor Threat,
The Move,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Depeche Mode,
The Names,
Darondo,
The Velvet Underground,
Brand Nubian,
Nick Fraelich,
Black Sheep,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Mummies,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
the Bar-Kays,
Soul II Soul,
Minny Pops,
Marvin Gaye,
Josef K,
Black Bananas,
The Star Department,
Subhumans,
Liliput,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Red Krayola,
Curtis Mayfield,
Frankie Knuckles,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Moleskins,
Gang Starr,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Zeros,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sparks,
Mission of Burma,
Sixth Finger,
Eric B and Rakim,
Skaos,
The Evens,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud.
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.