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 Eritrea and from New York.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 chamberlin 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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Leaves. All the underground hits.
All Mission of Burma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reagan Youth 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mantronix record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mission of Burma,
The Leaves,
The Trojans,
Monolake,
Minor Threat,
Sun Ra,
Cameo,
Skarface,
Michelle Simonal,
The Evens,
The Motions,
Juan Atkins,
Donny Hathaway,
Dark Day,
Moss Icon,
The Human League,
Bill Wells,
The Flesh Eaters,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Fortunes,
Pussy Galore,
Jeff Mills,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Sonics,
Erasure,
Aaron Thompson,
Simply Red,
Morten Harket,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Oblivians,
Albert Ayler,
Icehouse,
Boz Scaggs,
Flamin' Groovies,
Judy Mowatt,
Big Daddy Kane,
H. Thieme,
Funky Four + One,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Niagra,
Chrome,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Scan 7,
The Doobie Brothers,
Suburban Knight,
Lee Hazlewood,
Delta 5,
Jeff Lynne,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Lucky Dragons,
Brass Construction,
Soul II Soul,
Little Man,
Rod Modell,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Yusef Lateef,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
T.S.O.L.,
Man Eating Sloth,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Lalann,
Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson.
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.