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 Burundi and from Tokyo.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Joey Negro to the techno 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 UT. All the underground hits.
All The Blues Magoos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Byron Stingily record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers Ubiquity record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
FM Einheit,
Roy Ayers,
Eden Ahbez,
Sällskapet,
The Doobie Brothers,
the Human League,
Arab on Radar,
Ten City,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Lightning Bolt,
Audionom,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sight & Sound,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Rakim,
Altered Images,
The Gap Band,
The Dirtbombs,
Cymande,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Guru Guru,
Agitation Free,
The Motions,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Stockholm Monsters,
Radio Birdman,
Nick Fraelich,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Cal Tjader,
Marmalade,
The Grass Roots,
Alton Ellis,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Seeds,
Black Pus,
Big Daddy Kane,
Television,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Connie Case,
Neu!,
Hardrive,
Duran Duran,
Fatback Band,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Dave Clark Five,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Flash Fearless,
Make Up,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Pulsallama,
Gang of Four,
The Black Dice,
The Trojans,
Banda Bassotti,
Magma,
Jeff Mills,
Bobby Womack,
Tom Boy,
Drive Like Jehu,
Reuben Wilson,
Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo.
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.