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 Azerbaijan and from Tehran.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Milan.
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 linndrum 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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Wally Richardson. All the underground hits.
All Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Invisible record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deepchord,
Jacques Brel,
Yaz,
Audionom,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Outsiders,
Theoretical Girls,
Make Up,
Alison Limerick,
Eddi Front,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Toni Rubio,
Can,
Barrington Levy,
Sixth Finger,
The Busters,
The Pop Group,
10cc,
Echospace,
Thompson Twins,
Popol Vuh,
Andrew Hill,
Chris & Cosey,
Main Source,
Stereo Dub,
Danielle Patucci,
Kas Product,
John Holt,
Fad Gadget,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Divine Comedy,
Prince Buster,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Gories,
Masters at Work,
The Mojo Men,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sällskapet,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Cheater Slicks,
Minor Threat,
Frankie Knuckles,
Harmonia,
Marmalade,
The Human League,
Eric Copeland,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
DJ Style,
World's Most,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Silicon Teens,
Circle Jerks,
Delta 5,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Loose Ends,
Pylon,
Barclay James Harvest,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Ludus,
Jerry's Kids,
Fluxion,
Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav.
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.